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MTiile  I  live  will  I  praise  the  Lord :  I  will  sing  praises  unto  my  God 
while  I  have  any  being.  Psalms  cxlvi.  2. 

And  when  thev  had  sung  an  Hymn,  they  went  out  into  the  Mount  of 
Olives.  Matthew  xxvi.  30. 

And  at  midnight  Paul  and  Silas  praved  and  sang  praises  unto  God. 

Acts  xvi.  25. 


THIRD  EDITION,  IMPROVED. 

PHILADELPHIA*. 

TRINTED  FOR  AND  PUBLISHED  BY  PETER  LEIBERT. 

W.  w! "woodwardllprinter. 

1813. 


INTRODUCTION. 


IN  \SMUCH  as  it  hath  pleased  the  most  high 
God,  to  enlarge  the  place  of  our  tent,  and  the 
curtains  of  our  habitation  ;  it  behoveth  us  to  ren- 
der thanks  and  praise  to  that  beneficent  Being,  in 
whose  hands  is  the  life  and  breath  of  all  things : 
and,  who  doth  according  to  his  will  in  the  army  of 
heaven,  and  among  the  inhabitants  of  the  earth, 
and  none  can  stay  his  hand,  nor  say  unto  him 
what  doest  thou.  Though  the  heaven  is  his  throne, 
and  the  earth  his  footstool,  yet  unto  man  he  saith, 
"  Whoso  offereth  praise  glorifieth  me ;  and  to  him 
that  ordereth  his  conversation  aright,  will  I  shew 
the  salvation  of  the  Lord/'  Let  us  therefore 
serve  the  Lord  with  gladness,  and  come  before 
his  presence  with  singing.  Enter  into  his  gates 
with  thanksgiving,  and  into  his  courts  with  praise. 
Psalm  1.  23.  and  Psalm  c.  2,  *. 


PREFACE. 


DEARLY  beloved  brethren,  and  fellow  heitfs 
f of  the  grace  of  God  ;  the  apostle  exhorts  us  w  to 
let  the  word  of  Christ  dw<  11  in. us,  richly  in  all 
wis  om,  teaching,  and  admonishing  one  another 
in  Psalms,  and  Hymns,  and  spiritual  Songs,  sing- 
ing with  grace  in  your  hearts,  unto  the  Lord. 
You  are  therefore  here  presented  with  a  choice 
collection  of  Hymns,  of  ti:e  n  ost  approved  au- 
thors, suitable  to  almost  every  circumstance  of 
life,  which  we  are  called  to  pass  through,  and 
corresponding  with  the  tenor  of  the  gospel,  and 
adapted  to  commemorate  the  birth,  life,  death, 
resurrection  and  ascension  of  our  Saviour,  and  his 
session  at  God's  right  hand,  and  his  intercession 
there  ;  the  commission  of  the  apostles  on  Bap- 
tism, and  the  Lord's  supper,  and  the  second 
coming  of  Christ    without  sin  unto  snlvation. 

My  brethren,  in  the  performance  of  this  noble 
part  of  worship,  we  should  have  our  minds  de- 
voutly fixed  on  God,  who  heareth  prayer,  and 
inhabiteth  the  praises  of  Israel;  not  raising  our 
voices  Oh.y  but  endeavouring  to  sing  with  the 
spirit,  and  with  the  understanding  also  :  lest  we 
be  found  among  the  number  of  them  over  whom 
God  laments,  saying  :  This  people  draw  near  to 
me  with  their  mouths,  and  with  their  lips  do 
honour  me,  but  their  hearts  have  they  removed 
far  from  me,  and  their  fear  towards  me  is  taught 
by  the  precept  of  mefi.     Let  us  therefore  strive 


PREFACE. 

to  offer  in  an  acceptable  manner  the  sacrifice  of 
praise  to  God  continually,  that  is  the  fruit  of  our 
lips,  giving  thanks  to  his  name. 

The  reason  for  printing  this  Hymn  Book  is  I 
because  of  the  inconvenience  arising  from  havings 
several  sorts  of  Hymn  Books  in  Meeting  at  onc^ 
it  was  therefore  thought  prudent  to  remove  thi$ 
inconvenience,  by  collecting  the  most  approved 
Hymns,  of  the  several  Books,  and  reducing  them 
into  one  small  octavo,  with  a  complete  Index, 
which  is  wanting  in  the  Hymn  Book  which  we 
have  latterly  used  ;  although  it  was  otherwise 
truly  excellent. 

Deaily  beloved,  let  us  be  encouraged  to  look 
forward,  to  that  happy  period,  when  "  all  the 
kings  of  the  earth  shall  praise  the  Lord  ;"  when 
they  shall  hear  the  words  of  his  mouth,  yea,  they 
shall  sing  in  the  ways  of  the  Lord,  for  great  is 
the  glory  of  the  Lord.  When  he  shall  turn  to 
the  people  a  pure  language,  and  they  shall  serve 
him  with  one  consent,  when  they  shall  come  and 
sing  in  the  heights  of  Zion  ;  and  flow  together  to 
the  goodness  of  the  Lord.  Under  these  conside- 
rations and  cheering  reflections  we  may  freely  say 
with  David  :  "  Let  every  thing  that  hath  breath 
praise  Jehovah.     Hallelujah. 

GermantowTi)  May  18,  1791. 


: 


HALLELUJAH. 


THE 

CHRISTIAN'S  DUTY, 

EXHIBITED  IN  A  SERIES  OF  SELECT 

HYMN  S. 

HYMN  h 

The  Kingdom  of  God  not  in  Word  but  in  Powev 

\    A    FORM  of  words,  tho'  e're  so  sound; 
Can  never  save  a  soul ; 
The  Holy  Ghost  must  give  the  wound, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

2  Tho'  God's  election  is  a  truth, 

Small  comfort  there  I  see, 
Till  I  am  told  by  God's  own  mouth 
That  he  has  chosen  me. 

3  Sinners,  I  read,  are  justify'd 

By  faith  in  Jesu's  blood  ; 
But  when  to  me  that  blood's  apply*d; 
'Tis  then  it  does  me  good. 

4  To  perseverance  I'm  agreed. 

The  thing  to  me  is  clear, 
A 


Because  the  promises  are  made 

To  them  that  persevere. 
5  Imputed  righteousness  I  own 

A  doctrine  most  divine  ; 
For  Jesus  to  my  heart  makes  known 

That  all  his  merit's  mine. 

S  That  Christ  is  God  I  can  avouch  ; 
And  for  his  people  cares, 
Since  I  have  pray'd  to  him  as  such* 
And  he  has  heard  my  pray'rs. 

7  He  sent  his  spirit  from  above 

To  change  my  sinful  heart ; 
I  felt  his  pow'r,  confess'd  his  love* 
Renew'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

8  Thus  christians  glorify  the  Lord? 

His  spirit  joins  Tvith  ours, 

In  bearing  witness  to  his  word, 

With  all  it's  saving  pow'rs. 

HYMN  II. 

A  Funeral  Hymn  for  a  Believer, 

1  AH!  lovely  appearance  of  death, 

No  sight  upon  earth  is  so  fair  ; 
Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe* 
Can  with  a  dead  body  compare. 

2  With  solemn  delight  I  survey 

The  corpse,  when  the  spirit  is  fled, 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 
And  longing  to  lie  in  his  stead. 

3  How  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burthen  his  mind  ? 
How  easy  the  soul,  that  hath  left 
This  wearisome  body  behind  ! 


Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whose  relicts  with  envy  I  see  ; 
No  longer  in  misery  now, 

No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

This  earth  is  affected  no  more, 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain  : 

The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 
And  never  shall  vex  him  again. 

No  anger  henceforward,  or  shame, 
Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay  : 

Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 
And  passion  is  vanished  away. 

7  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er ; 
This  quiet  immoveable  breast 
Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more. 

8  This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain ; 
It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat, 
It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

9  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 

By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Seal'd  up  in  eternal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep. 

10  The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies, 

These  hollows  from  waters  are  free! 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes. 
And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

il  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe  ; 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 
And  press  to  the  issues  of  death. 


••2  What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 
O  mi^ht  I  this  moment  become, 
My  spirit  created  anew, 

My  flesh  be  consign'd  to  the  tomb ! 

HYMN  III. 

1  ALAS,  my  God,  that  thou  should  be 

To  me  so  much  unknown  ! 
I  long  to  walk  and  talk  with  thee, 
And  dwell  before  thy  throne. 

2  Thou  know'st,  my  soul  doth  dearly  love 

The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 
No  music  gives  so  sweet  a  sound, 
As  these  two  words,  My  God. 

3  I  long  not  for  the  fruit  thnt  grows 

WithinHhese  gardens  here; 
I  find  no  sweetness  in  their  rose 
When  Jesus  is  not  near. 

4  Thy  gracious  presence,  O  my  Christ? 

Can  make  a  paradise* 
Ah,  what  are  all  the  goodly  pearls, 
Unto  this  pearl  of  price  ? 

5  Give  me  that  sweet  communion,  Lord* 

Thy^pecpie  have  with  thee; 
Thy  spirit  daily  talks  with  them, 
O  let  it  talk  with  me. 

6  Like  Enoch  let  me  walk  with  God, 

And  thus  walk  out  my  clay, 
Attended  with  the  heav'nly  guards, 
Upon  the  King's  high  way. 

?  When  wilt  thou  come  unto  me,  Lord* 
O  come,  my  Lordj  most  dear,. 


Come  near,  come  nearer  nearer  still : 
I'm  well  when  thou  art  near 

S  When  wilt  thou  come  unto  me,  Lord  ? 
I  languish  for  thy  sight  ; 
Ten  thousand  suns,  if  thou  art  strange, 
Are  shades  instead  of  light. 

9  When  wilt  thou  come  unto  me  Lord  ? 

For  till  thou  dost  appear, 
1  count  each  moment  for  a  day, 
Each  minute  for  a  year. 

10  Gome,  Lord,  and  never  from  me  go, 

This  world's  a  darksome  place  ; 
I  find  no  pleasure  here  below, 
When  thou  dost  veil  thy  face. 

1 1  There's  no  such  thing  as  pleasure  here, 

My  Jesus  is  my  ail  ; 
As  thou  dost  shine,  or  disappear, 
My  pleasures  rise  and  fall. 

12  Come,  spread  thy  savour  on  my  frame. 

No  sweetness  is  so  sweet  ; 
Till  I  get  up  to  sing  thy  name, 
Where  all  thy  singers  meet. 

HYMN  IV. 

Godly  sorrow,  arising  from  the  sufferings*)/  Chris- . 

1     A  LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  1 
*      And  did  my  Sov'rei^n  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 
[2  Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus  thine,; 
And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 
While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine. 
The  glorious  suff 'rer  stood  ! 


.Z  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  1 
And  love  beyond  degree  i 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  maker  dy'd 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

■j  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face* 
While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  depth  of  love  we  owe  ; 
Here  Lord,  I  give  my  self  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN  V, 

j 

Unbelief. 

I    ALL  you  that  love  the  Lord  draw  near. 
To  my  complaint  pray  lend  an  ear, 
And  help  me  to  condole  my  grief, 
For  I'm  distrestby  unbelief. 
3  Sometimes  I'm  such  a  stupid  clod 
I  doubt  th'  existence  of  a  God ; 
But  still  his  terrors  work  my  grief, 
While  hope  is  drown'd  in  unbelief. 
J  When  thus  I'm  sore  distrestall  day, 

When  evening  comes  I  fain  would  pray, 
And  beg  for  pardon,  and  relief; 

"  But  there's  no  God ;"  says  unbelief. 
4t  But  who  did  all  things  first  create  ? 
Was  it  not  God,  the  wise  and  great  ? 


While  thus  I  would  assuage  my  griei* 
You  have  no  soul :  u  says  unbelief." 

But  then  I  make  this  quick  reply, 
What  makes  me  then  afraid  to  die: 

And  after  death  to  dread  the  grief 
Which  I  must  have  for  unbelief? 

Besides  the  Saviour  came  to  die, 

The  souls  of  men  to  purify; 
Which  clearly  proves  for  our  relief, 

That  men  have  souls,  O  unbelief! 

7  Blest  be  my  God,  that  now  I  see 
That  Jesus  gave  himself  for  me ; 
I'll  praise  his  name,  who  bore  my  grief. 
And  saves  my  soul  from  unbelief. 

HYMN  VI. 

Christ  Crucified '. 

1  A  LLye  that  pass  by, 

To  Jesus  draw  nigh, 
To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  should  die  i 

2  Your  ransom  and  peace, 
Your  surety  lie  is ; 

Come  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like  his 

3  For  what  you  have  done, 
His  blood  doth  atone  ; 

The  father  hath  punish'd  for  you  his  dear  son. 

4  The  Lord  in  the  day 
Of  anger  did  lay 

Your  sins  on  the  lamb,  and  he  bore  them  awray 

5  He  answers  for  all : 
Oh,  come,  at  his  call, 

And  low  at  his  cross  with  astonishment  fall. 


s 

6  l;cr  you*  and  for  me, 
He  pray'd  on  the  tree  ; 
The  pray'r  is  accepted}  the  sinner  is  tree. 

7  That  sinner  am  I, 
Who  on  Christ  rely, 
And  come  for  the  pardon  God  will  not  deny. ' 

8  My  pardon  I  claim, 
A  sinner  I  am, 
A  sinner  believing  in  Jesus's  name. 

9  He  gives  me  the  grace, 
Which  now  I  embrace  ; 
Oh,  Father,  thou  knowest  he  dy'd  in  my  place. 

10  His  death  is  my  plea, 

My  Advocate  see.  [for  me. 

And  hear  the  blood  speak  that  hath   answer'd 

1 1  Acquitted  I  was 

By's  death  on  the  cross  ; 

And  losing  his  life,  he  hath  carry'd  my  cause. 

HYMN  VII. 

Holy  Fortitude* 

1  AMI  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 

A  follower  of  the  lamb  ? 

And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause  ? 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  1  be  carry'd  to  the  skies, 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease  ? 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize. 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  I 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  I 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace. 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 


4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign; 

Increase  my  courage  Lord: 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain. 

Supported  by  thy  word. 
Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 

And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 
When  thd  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thine  armies  shine, 
In  rofces  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 

The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

HYMN  VIII. 

Triumph  over  Death,  in  Hofie  of  the  Resurrection,. 

1  AND  must  this  body  die? 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ! 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  sphit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

S  God  my  redeemer  lives, 
And  often  from  the  skies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  Sust, 
'    Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  ev'ry  shape,  and  ev'ry  face,, 

Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 
/  These  lovely  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love ; 


10 

We  would  adore  his  grace  beloi 

And  sing  his  pow'r  above 
6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 

With  our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN  IX. 

For  New  Year's  Day* 

\    AND  now  my  soul  another  year        * 

Of  thy  short  life  is  past  ; 

I  cannot  long  continue  here, 

And  this  may  be  my  last. 

2  Much  of  my  dubious  life  is  gone, 

Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,  my  soul,  with  utmost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn  ; 
What  are  thy  hopes,  how  sure,  how  fair, 
And  what  thy  great  concern  ! 

4  Now  a  new  scene  of  time  begins, 

Set  out  afresh  for  heav'n  ; 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins., 

In  Christ  so  freely  giv'n. 
9  Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 

And  on  his  grace  depend  ; 
With  zeal  puisue  the  heavenly  road. 

Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 

HYMN  X. 

)   jVND  why,  dear  Sav'our,  tell  me  why, 

Thou  thus  would'st  suffer,  bleed  and  die  1 


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What  mighty  motives  could  thee  move  . 
The  motive's  plain,  'twas  all  for  love. 

For  love  of  whom  ?  Of  sinners  base, 
A  harden'd  herd,  a  rebel  race  ; 
That  mock'd  and  trampled  on  thy  blood, 
And  wanton'd  with  the  wounds  of  God. 

When  rocks  and  mountains  rent  with  dread* 
And  gaping  graves  gave  up  their  dead  : 
When  the  fair  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
And  hid  his  head  to  shun  the  sight. 

Then  stood  the  wretch  of  human  race, 
And  rais'd  his  head  and  shew'd  his  face, 
Gaz'd  unconcern'd,  when  nature  fail'd  ; 
And  scofTd,  and  sneer'd,  and  curs'd  and  rail'd 

Harder  than  rocks  and  mountains  are, 
More  dull  than  dirt  or  earth  by  far, 
Man  view'd  unmov'd  thy  blood's  rich  stream.. 
Nor  ever  dream'd  it  flovt'd  for  him. 

Such  was  that  race  of  sinful  men, 
That  gain'd  that  great  salvation  then  ; 
Such  and  such  only  still  we  see  ; 
Such  they  we're  all,  and  such  are  we. 

The  Jews  with  thorns  his  temples  crown'd, 
And  lash'd  him  when  his  hands  were  bound  ; 
But  thorns,  and  knotted  whips,  and  bands, 
By  us  were  furnish'd  to  their  hands. 

They  naiPd  him  to  th'  accursed  tree  ; 

They  did,  my  brethren,  so  did  we  ; 

The  soldier  piere'd  his  side,  'tis  true, 

But  we  have  piere'd  him  through  and  through. 

O  love  of  unexampled  kind  ! 

That  leaves  all  thought  so  far  behind  i 


12 

Where  length,  and  breadth,  and  depth,  and  height 

Are  lost  to  my  astonish'd  sight. 
10  For  love  of  me  the  son  of  God 

Drain'd  ev'ry  drop  of  vital  blood  ; 
Long  time  I  after  idols  ran, 

But  now  my  God's  a  martyr'd  mam 

HYMN  XI. 

1  ARISE,  O  king  of  grace,  arise, 
"*"      And  enter  to  thy  rest  ; 

Lo  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  spirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread, 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread- 
4f  Here  let  the  son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 

With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne, 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honours  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 

HYMN  XII. 

i     A  RISE,  my  tend'rest  thoughts  arise, 

To  torrents  melt  my  streaming  eyes  ! 
And  thou  my  heart  with  anguish  fe  U 
Those  evils  which  thou  can'st  not  heal. 


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See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame  ! 

See  scandal  potir'd  on  Jesu's  name'. 
The  father  wounded  through  the  son  ! 

The  world  abus'd,  the  soul  undone  ! 
See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight 

Closing  in  long  and  dreadful  nigh* 
In  flames  that  no  abatement  know. 

The  briny  tears  for  ages  flow. 
My  God  I  feel  the  mournful  scene  ; 

My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men  ; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim  ; 

And  snatch  the  fire-brands  from  the  flame. 
4  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 

And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves  ; 
Thine  own  all  saving  arm  employ, 

And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy, 

HYMN  XIII. 

1    A  WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 
Wake  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Sav'our's  name. 
3  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r, 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above r 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues, 
Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  departs. 
And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

4  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  day, 
In  Christ  th*  eternal  king. 
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5  Sing  till  you  hear  Christ  say, 

Your  sins  are  all  forgiv'n  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  day, 
Till  we  all  meet  in  heav'n. 

6  Soon  shall  ye  hear  Christ  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children  come  ;" 

Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 

And  take  his  wand'rers  homer 

HYMN  XIV. 

In  the  Morning, 

1     A  WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun, 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  : 

Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 

To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 
.3  Redeem  thy  mis-spent  time  that's  past;. 

And  live  this  day  as  'twere  thy  last ; 

T'improve  thy  talents  take  due  care, 

'Gainst  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

3  Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere, 

Thy  conscience  as  the  noon-day  clear  : 
Think  how  th'  all-seeing  God,  thy  ways 
And  ev'ry  secret  thought  surveys. 

4  Glory  to  God  who  safe  hath  kept, 
And  hath  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept ; 
Grant,  1  ord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

5  Direct,  controul,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design  or  do  or  say  ; 

That  all  my  pow'rs  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son*  and  Holy  Ghost.- 


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HYMN  XV. 

.1  aoiig  cf  Praise  for  the  Birth  of  Christ, 

1  A  WAY  dark  thoughts,  awake,  my  joy; 

Awake,  my  glory  sing  ; 
Sing  songs  lo  celebrate  the  birth, 
Of  Jacob's  God  and  King. 

2  O  happy  night,  that  brought  forth  light., 
Which  makes  the  blind  to  see  ! 

The  day  spring  from  on  nigh  came  cl 
To  chear  and  visit  thec. 

3  The  wakeful  shepherds,  near  their  flocks. 

Were  watchful  for  the  morn  : 
But  better  news  from  lieav'n  was  brought- 
"  Your  Saviour  Christ  is  born." 

4  "  In  Bethle'm  town  the  infant  lies, 

"  Within  a  place  obscure  " 
O  little  Bethle'm  poor  in  walls, 
But  rich  in  Furniture  1 

5  Since  heav'n  is  now  come  down  to  earth, 

Hither  the  angels  fly  ! 
Hark  1  how  the  heav'nly  choir  doth  sing, 
"Glory  to  God  on  high  1" 

6  The  news  is  spread,  the  church  is  glad, 

Sim'on  o'ercome  with  joy, 
Sings  with  the  infant  in  his  arms, 
4-  Now  let  thy  servant  die." 

7  Wise  men  from  far  beheld  the  star*. 

Which  was  their  faithful  guide. 
Until  it  pointed  to  the  babe, 
And  him  they  glorify'd  ; 
*  While  heav'n  and  earth  rejoice  and  fcingy 
Shall  we  our  Christ  deny  I 


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He's  horn  for  us,  and  we  for  him-; 
Glory  to  God  on  high  i 

HYMN  XVI. 

)   J>EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sucred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men. 
And  when  like  wand' ring  sheep  we  stray'd 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs : 

High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

HYMN  XVII. 

The  Pharisee  aiid  Pubdcan^  Luke  xviii.  1C,  &c. 

i    BEHOLD  how  sinners  disagree, 
The  publican  and  pharisee  1 
One  doth  his  righteousness  proclaim, 

The  other  owns  his  ^uiit  and  shame. 

2  This  man  at  humble  distance  stands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  ; 
That  boldly  rises  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 

3  The  Lord  their  diff'rent  language  knows 
And  diff'rent  answers  he  bestows  ; 


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The  humble  soul  with  grace  he  crownv 
Whilst  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

Dear  Father  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boasting  pharisee  ; 
1  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 
But  plead  the  sufferings  of  thy  Son. 

HYMN  XVIII. 

4  nciv  Song  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain^  Rev.  V,  6, 
7,  8,  9,  10.  12. 

1  "DEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Amidst  his  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name* 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odours  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

2  Those  are  the  prayers  of  the  saints, 
And  these  the  Hymns  they  raise  : 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 
[^4  Eternal  Father,  who  shall  look 
Into  thy  secret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  should  take  that  boo<  . 
And  open  ev'ry  seal  ? 

5  He  shall  fulfill  thy  great  decrees. 

The  Son  deserves  it  well  ; 
Lo,  in  his  hand  the  sov'rcign  key; 
Of  heav'n,  and  death  and  hell. 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  sla^n 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 


Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain^ 

For  ever  on  thy  head. 
7  Thou  hast  redeem'd  our  souls  with  bleed, 

Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free. 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 

And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 
&  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  beneath  thy  pow'r  ; 
Then  shorten  these  delaying  days, 

And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 

HYMN  XIX. 

The  Nativity  of  Christ.    Luke  i-   SO,   Hfc*    Luke 

ii.  10,  &c. 

1   "DEHOLD,  the  grace  appears, 
The  promise  is  fulfill'd  ; 
Mary  the  wond'rous  virgin  bears, 
And  Jesus  is  the  child 

[2   The  Lord,  the  highest  God, 
Calls  him  his  only  sen  ; 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  shall  he  reign 

With  a  peculiar  sway  ; 
The  nations  shall  his  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 

4  To  brintr  the  glorious  news, 

A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 
He  tells  the  shepherds  of  their  joys, 
And  banishes  their  fears. 

5  Go  humble  swains,  si-id  he, 

To  David's  city  fly, 
The  promis'd  infant  born  to  day. 
Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 


6  With  looks  and  hearts  serene. 

Go  visit  Christ  your  king  ; 
And  strait  a  flaming  troop  was  seen  ; 
The  shepherds  heard  him  sing. 

7  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  eaith, 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 

At  the  Redeemer's  birth. 
If 8  In  worship  so  divine, 

Let  saints  employ  their  tongues; 
With  the  celestial  host  we  join, 

And  loud  repeat  their  songs. 
9  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 

At  our  Redeemer's  birth  J 

HYMN  XX. 

Love  to^Enemies :  ory  the  Love  of  Christ  to  Sinners 
tyflified  in  David. 

i   TJEHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
That  holy  David  shows  ; 
IJark  !  how  his  sounding  bowels  move 
To  his  afflicted  foes  1 

J   When  they  are  sick,  his  soul  complains 
And  seems  to  feel  the  smart  i 
The  spirit  of  the  gospel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  fasting  mortify'd  his  soul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed, 

Yet  still  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 


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.And  double  blessings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 

Thus  Christ  the  Lord  appears  ; 
While  sinners  curse,  the  Saviour  prayt? 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

6  He  the  true  David,  Isr'el's  king, 

Blest  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  save  us  rebels  dead  in  sin, 
Paid  his  own  dearest  biood, 

HYMN  XXL 

Christ  the  Foundation  of  the  Church. 

I    T>EHOLD  the  sure  foundation  stone, 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

•2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 
And  saints  adore  the  name, 
They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 
Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4-  What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withstood 
Yet  must  this  building  rise  ; 
Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 

HYMN  XXIL 

The  rejienling  Prodigal. 
-*J^DEHOLD  the  wretch  whose  lust  and  wmc 
Had  wasted  his  estate, 


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He  begs  a  share  among  the  swine, 
To  taste  the  husks  they  eat  ! 
2  "  I  die  with  hunger,  here  he  cries  ; 
u  I  starve  in  foreign  lands  ; 

"  My  father's  house  has  large  supplies* 
11  And  hounteous  are  his  hands. 

k  3  "  1*11  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 
41  Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 
"  Father  I've  done  thy  justice  wrong, 
11  Nor  can  deserve  thy  grace." 
*4  He  said,  and  hasten'd  to  his  home, 
To  seek  his  father's  love  ; 
The  father  saw  the  rebel  come, 
And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran,  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embrac'd  and  kiss'd  his  son  : 
The  rebel's  heart  with  sorrow  brake, 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  of  shame  and  sin,'* 

[The  father  gives  command] 
11  Dress  him  in  garments  white  and  clean; 
"  With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  "  A  day  of  feasting  I  ordain  ; 

"  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  ; 
11  My  son  was  dead,  and  tires  again? 
IS  Was  lost,  and  now  is  found.'5 

HYMN  XXIII. 

The  Pool  of  Betheada. 

1    "nESIDE  the  gospel  pool 
Appointed  for  the  poor  ; 
From  year  to  year,  my  helpless  sou* 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 


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How  often  have  I  seen 

The  healing  waters  move  I 
And  others,  round  me,  stepping  in 

Their  efficacy  prove  ! 
But  my  complaints  remain, 

1  feel  the  very  same  : 
As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 

As  when  at  first  I  came. 

O  would  the  Lord  appear 

My  malady  to  heal  ! 
He  knows  how  long  I've  languished  here* 

And  what  distress  I  feel. 
How  often  have  I  thought 

Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 
Surely  the  mercy  I  have  sought 

Is  not  for  such  as  I. 

But  whither  can  I  go  ? 

There  is  no  other  pool ; 
Where  streams  of  Sovereign  virtue  flow 

To  make  a  sinner  %vhole. 
Here  then,  from  day  to  day, 

I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try  : 
Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 

Yet  suffer  him  to  die  ? 

No  :   He  is  full  of  grace  ; 

He  never  will  permit 
A  soul,  that  fain  would  see  his  face, 
To  perish  at  his  feet. 
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HYMN  XXIV. 

jlESTOW,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth 

The  gift  of  saving  grace  ; 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 


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2  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  gu 
Of  pure  and  heav'nly  root ; 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shews. 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

0  Ye  careless  ones,  O  hear  betimes 

The  voice  of  Sovereign  love  ! 
Your  youth  is  stain'd  with  many  crimes. 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

U  True,  you  are  young,  but  there's  a  stout 
Within  the  youngest  breast  ; 
Or  half  the  crimes  which  you  have  done 
Would  rob  you  of  your  rest. 

5  For  you  the  public  pray'r  is  made, 

Oh  !  join  the  public  pray'r  ! 
For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed; 
O  shed  yourselves  a  tear  ! 

6  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The  spirit's  pow'r  to  teach  : 
You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 
That  Jesus,  whom  we  preach. 

HYMN  XXV. 

Christ  our  Wisdom^  Righteousness,  Sane  tijica1  lor. 
and  Redemption.      1  Cor.  i.  30. 

1  T>ELIEYERS  own  they  are  but  blind. 

They  know  themselves  unwise  ; 
But  wisdom  in  the  Lord  they  find, 
Who  opens  all  their  eyes. 

2  Unright'ous  are  they  all,  when  try*d  ; 

But  God  himself  declares, 
In  Jesus  they  are  justify'd  ; 
His  right'ousness  is  theirs. 

'3  That  we're  unholy  needs  no  proof  \ 
We  sorely  feel  the  fatt  : 


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But  Christ  has  holiness  enough 
To  sanctify  us  all. 

4  Expos'd  by  sin  to  God's  just  wrath, 

We  look  to  Christ  and  view 
Redemption  in  his  blood  by  faith  ; 
And  full  redemption  too. 

5  Some  this,  some  that,  good  virtue  teach5 

To  rectify  the  soul  ; 
But  we  first  after  Jesus  reach, 
And  richly  grasp  the  whole. 

£  To  Jesus  join'd  we  ail  that's  good, 
From  him,  our  head,  derive  ; 
We  eat  his  flesh,  we  drink  his  blood. 
And  by  and  in  him  live. 

HYMN  XXVI. 

The  Beatitudes. 

f\  T>LESS'D  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 

Their  emptiness  and  poverty  : 

Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 

And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n.J 

T2  Bless'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes.] 

[3  Bless'd  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 
And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great.J 

f4  Bless'd  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  right'ousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well  supply'd  and  fed, 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread.! 


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£5  Bless'd  arc  the  men  whose  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again  ] 

I  [6  Bless'd  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  sin  ; 
With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity] 

■  7  Bless'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life 

Who  quench  the  co^ls  of  growing  strife  ; 
They  shall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace.] 
[8   Bless'd  are  the  sufTrers,  who  partake 
Of  pun  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward.} 

HYMN  XXVII. 

On  the  Death  of  a  Saint. 

X  T>LESSED  are  they  (the  scriptures  s 
That  dying  win  the  prize, 
For  rest  they  shall,  their  good  works  all 
Do  follow  them  likewise. 

2  Death's  but  a  sleep,  wiry  should  we  weep 

For  those  in  Christ  who  die  ? 
Since  this  we  know  to  peace  they  go, 
And  Joys  possess  on  high. 

3  Altho'  to  dust  their  bodies  must 

Be  turn'd  beneath  the  clod, 
Vet  they  shall  rise  above  the  skies, 
And  ever  live  with  God. 
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*  Christ  will  aloud  before  the  croud 
Compos'd  of  Adam's  race, 
Confess  them  dear,  who  own'd  him  here, 
And  bore  for  him  disgrace. 

5  Robes  they  shall  have  that  will  outbrave 

The  whiteness  of  the  snow  ; 
Most  pure  and  bright,  like  shining  light  ; 
Such  Jesus  will  bestow. 

6  Then  why  need  we  dejected  be  ? 

Our  loss  is  their  great  gain  ; 
For  they  shall  stand  at  Christ's  right  hand,, 
And  with  their  Saviour  reign. 

7  Their  happy  days  are  spent  in  praise, 

While  here  we  sigh  and  groan  ; 

Could  we  but  see  how  blest  they  be, 

'Twould  make  us  cease  to  moan. 

£  If  there  was  end,  'twould  trouble  send? 
And  would  eclipse  the  joy, 
But  'tis  not  so,  they'll  never  go 
Out  of  that  sweet  employ. 
9  When  they've  been  there  ten  million  yeajrs, 
And  millions  more  are  done, 
They've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  they  first  begun. 

HYMN  XXVIII. 

A  blessed  Gosflel. 
]   TiLEST  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 
The  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light,  their  steps  surround. 
3  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 
Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 


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His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 

Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 
The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength,  and  salvation  gives  ; 
Israel,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 

Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

HYMN  XXIX. 

A  Song  of  Praise  for  the  Gosfiet. 

"DLEST  be  my  God  that  I  was  born, 

To  hear  the  gospel  sound  ; 
That  I  was  born  to  be  baptiz'd, 

And  bred  on  holy  ground  : 
That  I  was  bred  where  God  appears 

With  tokens  of  his  grace  ; 
The  lines  are  fallen  unto  me 

In  a  most  pleasant  place. 
I  might  have  been  a  Pagan  bred, 

Or  else  a  veiled  Jew, 
Or  cheated  with  the  Al  Koran 

Amongst  the  Turkish  crew. 
So  in  a  dung'on  dark  as  night 

I  might  have  spent  my  days  ; 
But  thou  hast  sent  mc  gospel-light, 

To  thine  eternal  praise. 

The  sun  that  rose  up  in  the  east, 

And  drove  the  shades  away, 
Its  healing  wings  have  reach'd  the  west, 

And  turn'd  the  night  to  day. 
Blest  be  my  Gcd  for  what  I  see, 

My  God  for  what  I  hear, 
I  hear  such  blessed  news  from  hcav'n 

Not  earth  nor  hell  I  fear. 


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7  I  hear  my  Lord  for  mc  was  born, 

My  Lord  for  me  did  die, 
My  Lord  for  me  did  rise  again, 
And  did  ascend  on  high  ; 

8  On  high  he  stands  to  plead  my  cause, 

And  will  return  again, 
And  set  me  on  a  glorious  throne, 
And  I  with  tflm  shall  reign. 

HYMN  XXX. 

Charity  to  the  fioor :  ory  pity  to  the  afflicted, 

t  "DL.EST  is  the  man  whose  bowels  move, 
<\nd  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor  ; 
Whose  soul,  by  sympathizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow-saints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief, 

More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do ; 
He,  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  bowels  too. 

3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 

With  secret  blessings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  death, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pro  ounce  his  sins  forgiv'n, 
Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heav'n. 

HYMN  XXXI. 

1  T&LEST  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 

Where  sinners  love  to  meet; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways 
And  nates  the  scoffer's  seat : 

2  But  in  tne  statutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight : 


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By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

(He  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind, 

By  living  waters  set, 
Safe  from  the  storms  and  blasting  wind, 

Enjoys  a  peaceful  state  ) 
Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 

Shall  his  profession  shine,* 
While  fruits  of  holiness  appear 

Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

Not  so  th*  impious  and  unjust ; 

What  vain  designs  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust, 

Or  chaff  before  the  storm. 
Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 

Amongst  the  sons  of  grace, 
When  Christ  the  Judge  at  his  right  hand. 

Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 
His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread  ; 

His  heart  approves  it  well  ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  sinners  lead 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

HYMN  XXXII. 

'he  Lord's  Day  ;  ory  the  Resurrection  of  Christ . 

T3LEST  morning,  whose  young  dawning  rays 

Beheld  our  rising  God, 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust. 

And  leave  his  dark  abode. 
In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb, 

The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought, 
The  third,  th'  appointed  dav. 
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3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force. 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain, 
The  sleeping  conqueror  arose) 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

1  hese  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosann  s  shall  proclaim 

The  triumph4  of  the  day. 
£5  Solvation  and  immortal  praise 

To  our  victorious  King  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks  and  seas, 

With  glad  hosannas  ring.] 

HYMN  XXXIII. 

The  Jubilee. 

i  T>LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly  solemn  sound, 
Let  ail  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bounds 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come* 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home. 

2  Exalt  the  son  of  God, 

The  all  atoning  lamb  ; 
Redemption  thro'  his  blood 

To  all  the  world  proclaim : 
The  year,  See. 

3  Ye,  who  have  sold  for  nought, 

Your  heritage  above ; 
Come  take  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus  love : 
The  year,  &c. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  sounds ; 

Let  all  the  nations  hear, 


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And  earth's  remotest  bounds 
Before  the  throne  appear  : 
The  year,  &c. 

HYMN  XXXIV. 

Jp  "D  RIGHT  burning  beam  of  gospel  grace 
Haste  Lord,  for  to  display  ; 

Kl  I  For  to  burn  up  in  all  thy  saints 
Their  stubble,  wood,  and  hay. 
Break  forth  O  sun  of  right'ousness 

Unto  the  perfect  day  : 
Haste  holy  one  unto  thy  throne, 
Our  Jt-sus,  haste  away! 

3  But  O,  who  may  abide  the  day 

When  Zion's  king  shall  reign  ? 
Who  may  abkie,  when  he  the  pride 
Of  all  proud  flesh  shall  stain  I 

4  Tremble  ye  careless  ones,  that  are 

At  ease  in  Zion,  and 
Wonder  and  stay,  because  that  day 
Is  very  nigh  at  hand  : 

5  It  now  doth  dawn;  the  glorious  morn 

Begins  for  to  appear  ; 
What  else  doth  mean  these  lowings,  and 
These  bleatings  which  we  hear  ? 

6  The  saints  do  sing  to  Christ  their  king, 

W  iulst  others  rt;ge  in  p .  in: 
Because  his  bright  and  cLzziing  light 
Shines  thro'  the  world  amain. 

7  Redeemed  ones,  sing  praises,  for 

This  fire's  but  se;.t  to  ti  y, 
Ana  purge  your  dross,  that  by  its  loss 
Christ  may  you  purify. 


HYMN  XXXV. 

Few  saved  :  or,  The  Almost  Christians^  the  fiyfiQ' 
crites,  and  Apostates. 

1  DROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shews  a  narrow'r  path 
With  here  and  there  a  trav'ller, 

2  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross, 

Is  che  Redeemer's  great  command  ; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 

3  The  feajrful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more? 
Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain, 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new, 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

HYMN  XXXVI. 

i    "OURIED  in  baptism  with  our  Lord, 
We  rise  with  him,  to  life  restor'd  : 
Not  the  bare  life  in  Adam  lost, 
But  richer  far  ;  for  more  it  cost. 

2  Water  can  cleanse  the  flesh  we  own ; 
But  Christ  well  knows,  and  Christ  alone* 
How  dear  to  him  our  cleansing  stood, 
Baptiz'd  with  fire,  and  bath'd  in  blood. 

3  His  was  a  baptism  deep  indeed, 
O'er  feet  and  body,  hands  and  head ; 
He  in  his  body  purg'd  our  sin  : 
A  little  water  makes  us  clean. 


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Not  but  we  taste  his  bitter  cup  ; 
But  only  he  could  chink  it  up, 
To  burn  for  us  was  his  desire  : 
And  he  baptizes  us  with  fire. 

This  fire  will  not  consume  but  melt, 
How  soft  coiupar'd  with  that  he  felt  1 
Thus  cleans'd  from  filth,  and  purg'd  from  dro*S< 
Baptized  christian,  bear  the  cross. 

HYMN  XXXVII. 

1  T)Y  what  amazing  ways, 

The  Lord  vouchsafes  t'explain 
The  wonders  ot  his  sov'reign  grase 
Towards  the  sons  of  men  ! 

2  He  shews  us  first,  how  foul 

Our  nature's  made  by  sin  : 

Then  teaches  the  believing  soul 

The  way  to  make  it  clean. 

3  Our  baptism  first  declares, 

What  need  we've  all  to  cleanse  : 
Then  shews  that  Christ  to  ail  God's  AcifS 
Can  purity  dispense. 

4  Water  the  body  laves  : 

And  if  'tis  done  by  faith, 
The  blood  of  Jesus  surely  savers 
The  sinful  soul  from  death. 

5  Water  no  man  denies; 

But,  brethren  rest  not  there  : 
'Tis  faith  in  Christ  that  justifies, 
And  makes  the  conscience  clear. 

5  Baptiz'c!  into  his  death, 
We  rise  to  life  divine. 


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The  holy  spirit  works  the  faith  ; 
And  water  is  the  sign. 

HYMN  XXXVIII. 

1  gY  whom  was  David  taught 

To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Goiiath  fought, 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low  ? 
Nor  sword  nor  spear  the  stripling  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

2  *Twas  Israel's  God  and  King, 

Who  sent  him  to  the  fight ; 
Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 

And  skill  to  aim  alight; 
Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  endures, 
Because  young  David's  God  isyours. 

3  Who  order'd  Gideon  forth, 

To  storm  th'  invader's  camp, 
With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 

4  Oh  !  I  have  seen  the  day 

When  with  a  single  word, 
God  helping  me  to  say, 

"  My  trust  is  in  the  Lord  ;" 
My  soul  has  quell'd  a  thousand  foes? 
Fearless  of  all  that  would  oppose. 

5  But  unbelief,  self-will, 

Self-right'ousness  and  pride  ; 
How  often  do  they  steal 

My  weapon  from  my  side  ? 
Yet  David's  Lord,  and  Gideon's  friend* 
Will  help  his  servant  to  the  end. 


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HYMN  XXXrX. 

f^  AN  such  poor  feeble  worms  as  we 

Praise  and  adore  our  Saviour's  name  ! 
Or  bring  a  tribute,  Lord,  to  thee  ? 
Or  half  thy  pow'r  and  love  proclaim  ? 

We  stand  amaz'd,  when  we  behold 
Thy  glory  and  thy  beauty,   Lord  ! 

Thy  love  and  grace  can  ne'er  be  told, 
Which  thou  to  mortals  dost  afford. 

Yet  Lord,  we  would  attempt  thy  praise, 
We  would  exalt  thy  holy  name  ; 

Lord,  we  would  walk  in  thy  sweet  ways, 
And  sing,  and  tell  thy  wond'rous  fame. 

Fain  would  our  souls  mount  up  to  thee. 
And  feast  for  ever  on  thy  love  ; 

And  praise  the  sacred  Deity, 
As  angels  do  that  dwell  above. 

HYMN  XL. 

Resti?ig  under  the  Cross, 

QHILDREN  of  Israel  see  what  shade, 

The  cross  does  us  afford  ; 
It  was  for  weary  tnv'Iers  m.de, 
We  thank  thee  for  it,  Lord. 

Here  let  us  sit,  and  all  prepare 

To  sing  his  worthy  fame; 
Who  to  redeem  us  sojourn'd  here, 

Christ  Jesus  is  his  name. 

We  sing  thy  sufF rings,  wounds  and  blood* 

The  virtue  of  thy  pain  : 
We  sing  thy  griefs,  thou  Son  of  God, 

Tkou  Lamb  for  sinners  sLaio. 


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4  We  hail  thee,  thou  by  Jews  neyii'd, 

To  thee  we  bow  the  knees  ; 
Hail  !   very  God,  the  promised  child, 
The  prophets  sang  of  thee. 

5  While  others  praise  an  unknown  God* 

We  each  will  sing-  of  thee  ; 
"  Jesus  has  wash'd  me  in  his  blood. 
"  And  liv'd,  and  dy'd  for  me." 

HYMN  XLI. 

The  Pilgrim's  Song. 

1  QH1LDREN  of  the  heav'nly  king. 

As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing. 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways  ! 

2  Ye  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O  ye  banish'd  seed  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Shout  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesu's  t  rone  shall  rest, 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom,  and  reward. 

5  Fear  not  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  father's  son, 
Bids  you  joyfully  come  on. 

6  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gl'dly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  t:>ou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee  ! 


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HYMN  XLII. 

PHRIST  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to  day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say  ! 

•  Raise  youi  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heav'ns,  and  earth  reply. 

Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  ; 
Lo  !  our  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er, 
Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell : 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  hath  open'd  paradise. 

Lives  again  our  glorious  king, 
Where,  O  death  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Once  he  dy'd  our  souls  to  save, 
Where's  thy  victory,  O  grave  ? 

Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
'Foll'wing  our  exalted  head  ; 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise, 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

What  tho'  once  we  perish'd  all, 
Partners  of  our  parents  fall ; 
Second  life  wTe  all  receive, 
In  our  heav'nly  Adam  live. 

Hail  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n  ! 
Praise  to  thee  by  both  be  giv'n  i 
Thee  we  greet  triumphant  now, 
Hail  the  resurrection — thou  ! 

King  of  glory  !  soul  of  bliss  ! 
Everlasting  life  is  this — 
Thee  to  know — thy  pow'r  to  prove, 
Thus  to  sing,  and  thus  to  love. 


HYMN  XLIII. 

On  the  Passiox. 

QOME,  all  ye  chosen  saints  of  God, 

That  long  to  feel  the  cleansing  blood, 
In  pensive  pleasure  join  with  me, 
To  sing  of  sad  Gcthsemane. 

Gethsemane  the  olive  press  ! 

(  ^nd  why  so  call'd,  let  Christians  guess) 
Fit  name  !  fit  place  !  where  vengeance  strove/1 
And  grip'd  and  grappled  hard  with  love. 

'Twas  here  the  Lord  of  life  appear'd, 

And  sigh'd,  and  groan'd  and  pray'd  and  fcar'd; 
Bore  all  incarnate  God  could  bear. 

With  strength  enough — and  none  to  spare. 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  unified  press'd, 
And  squeezed  his  heart,  and  bruis'd  his  breast ; 
What  dreadful  conflicts  rag'd  within, 

When  sweat  and  blood  forc'ci  thro'  the  skin  ! 
Dispatched  from  heav'n  an  angel  stood, 

Amaz'd  to  find  him  bath'd  in  blood  ; 
Ador'd  by  angels,  and  obey'd  ; 

But  lower  now  than  angels  made. 
He  stood  to  strengthen,  not  to  fight; 

Justice  exacts  its  utmost  mite. 
This  victim  vengeance  will  pursue  ; 

He  undertook,  and  must  go  through. 
Three  favor'd  servants  left  not  far, 

Were  bid  to  wait  and  watch  the  war  ; 
But  Christ  withdrawn*  what  watch  we  keep  ! 

To  shun  the  sight,  they  sunk  in  sleep. 
Backwards  and  forwards  thrice  he  ran, 

As  if  be  sought  some  help  from  man  ; 


Or  wish'ed  at  least  they  would  condole 
(Twas  all  they  could)  his  tortur'd  soul. 

9  Whate'er  he  sought  for,  there  was  none  ; 

Our  captain  fought  the  field  alone  ; 
'Soon  as  the  chief  to  battle  led, 
That  moment  ev'ry  soldier  fled. 

10  Mysterious  conflict  I  dark  disguise  1 
Kid  from  all  creature's  piercing  eyes  ; 

Angels  astonish'd  view'd  the  scene, 
And  wonder  yet  what  all  could  mean. 

1 1  Oh,  mount  of  olives  !   sacred  grove  I 

Oh,  garden,  scene  of  tragic  love  ! 
What  bitter  herbs  thy  beds  produce  I 

How  rank  their  scent !  how  harsh  their  juice  ! 

12  Rare  virtues  now  those  herbs  contain: 
The  Sav'our  suck'd  out  all  their  brne 

My  mouth  with  these  if  conscience  cram, 
I'll  eat  them  with  the  paschal  lamb. 

13  Oh,  Keuron,  gloomy  brook,  how  foul 

Thy  black  polluted  waters  roll  ! 
No  tongue  can  tell  (but  some  can  taste) 
The  filth  that  into  thee  was  cast. 

14  In  Eden's  garden  there  was  food 

Of  every  kind  for  man,  while  good  ; 
But.  banish'd  thence,  we  fly  to  thee, 
O  garden  of  Gethsemane. 

HYMN  LXIY. 

The  Love  of  Christ  shed  abroad  in  the  Heart. 

1    POME,  dearest  Lord,  descend  an  ;  dwell 
By  fuit.i  and  love  in  ev'ry  breast  ; 
Then  shall  we  kno.v,  and  taste,    ind    eel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprcss'd. 


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Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length, 
Of  thine  unmeasurable  grace. 

Now  to  the  Gon  whose  pow'r  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes  know, 
13e  everlasting  honours  done 

By  all  the  church,  thro'  Christ  his  son. 

HYMN  XLV. 

POME,  descend,  O  heav'nly  spirit, 

Fan  each  spark  into  a  flame, 
Blessings  let  us  now  inherit, 

Blessings  that  we  cannot  name, 
Whilst  hosannas  we  are  singing, 

May  our  hearts  in  rapture  move, 
Feel  new  grace  in  them  still  springing, 

Breathe  the  air  of  purest  love. 

Let  us  sail  in  grace's  ocean, 

Float  on  that  unbounded  sea, 
Guided  into  pure  devotion, 

Kept  from  paths  of  error  free  : 
On  thy  heav'nly  manna  feeding, 

Screen'd  from  ev'ry  envious  foe  ; 
Love,  O  love  for  sinners  bleeding, 

All  for  thee  we  would  forego. 

Keep  us,  Lord  still  in  communion, 

Daily  nearer  drawn  to  thee 
Sinking  in  the  sweetest  union 

Of  that  heart-felt  mystery  ; 
Keep  us  safe  from  each  delusion, 

Well  protected  from  all  harms  ; 
Free  from  sin  and  all  confusion, 

Circle  us  within  thv  arms. 


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HYMN  XL VI. 

Redeeming  Love, 

pOME  heav'nly  love,  inspire  my  song,  y 

With  thy  immortal  flame  ; 
And  teach  my  heart,  and  teach  my  tongue? 
The  Saviour's  lovely  name. 

The  Saviour  !    O  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  ev'ry  fear  disarms, 

And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

3  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin* 
And  doom'd  to  endless  woe. 

4  God's  only  son,  (stupendous  grace  !} 

Forsook  his  throne  above  ; 
And  swift  to  save  our  wretched  race? 
He  flew  on  wings  of  love. 

5  Th'  Almighty  former  of  the  skies 

Stoop'd  to  our  vile  abode  ; 
While  angels  view'd  with  wondring  eyes. 
And  haiFd  th'  incarnate  God. 

6  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine  ! 

Of  bliss,  a  boundiess  store  : 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine? 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

7  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall  ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 


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HYMN  XLVIL 

1  QOME  hither  ye,  that  fain  would  know 

Th'  exceeding  sinfulness  of  sin  : 
Come  see  a  scene  of  matchless  woe  ; 
And  tell  me  what  it  all  can  mean. 

2  Behold  the  darling  son  of  God, 

Bow'd  down  with  horror  to  the  ground, 
Wrung  at  the  heart,  and  sweating  blood, 
His  eyes  in  tears  of  sorrow  drown'd. 

3  See  how  the  victim  panting  lies, 

His  soul  with  bitter  anguish  prest, 
He  sighs,  he  faints,  he  groans,  he  cries, 
Dismay'd,  dejected,  shock'd,  distress 

4  What  pangs  are  these  that  tear  his  heart ! 

What  burden's  this  that's  on  him  laid  ? 
What  means  this  agony  of  smart ! 

What  makes  our  maker  hang  his  head  I 

5  'Tis  justice  with  its  iron  rod, 

Inflicting  strokes  of  wrath  divine  : 
'Tis  the  vindictive  hand  of  God, 
Incens'd  at  all  your  sins,  and  mine. 

6  Deep  in  his  breast  our  names  were  cut, 

He  undertook  our  desp'rate  debt, 
Such  loads  of  guilt  were  on  him  put, 
He  could  but  just  sustain  the  weight. 

7  Then  let  us  not  ourselves  deceive  : 

For  while  of  sin  we  lightly  deem, 
Whatever  noticns  we  may  have, 
Indeed  we  are  not  much  like  him. 

HYMN  XL VIII. 

Breathing  after  the  holy  spirit ;   or,  fervency   of 
devotion  desired. 

?    POME,  holy  spirit,  heav'nly  dove, 
With  all  thy  quick' ning  pow'rs, 


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Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Ilosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !    and  shall  we  ever  lie 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ; 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee  ? 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  holy  spirit  heav'nly  dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN  XLIX. 

Desiring  to  love  Christ. 

POME  let  me  love  ;  or  is  my  mind 
Harden'd  to  stone,  or  froze  to  ice  I 
I  see  the  blessed  fair  one  bend, 
And  stoop  t'embrace  me  from  the  skies. 

0  !  'tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock, 
And  make  an  heart  of  iron  move, 

That  those  sweet  lips,  that  heav'nly  look, 
Should  seek  and  wish  a  mortal's  love. 

1  was  a  traitor  doom'd  to  fire, 
Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pains  ; 
He  flew  on  wings  of  strong  desire, 
Assum'd  my  guilt,  and  took  my  chains, 


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Infinite  grace  !  Almighty  charms  ! 
Stand  in  amaze      ()  earth  and  skies  \ 
Jesus  the  God  with  naked  arms, 
Hangs  on  a  cross  of  love  and  dies. 

Did  pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 
Dress'd  in  divinity  and  blood  ? 
Was  ever  rebel  courted  so 
With  groans  of  an  expiring  God  ? 

Again  he  lives,  and  spreads  his  hands, 
Hands  that  were  nail'd  to  tort'nng  smart ; 
By  these  dear  wounds,  says  he  :  and  stands 
And  prays  to  clasp  me  to  his  heart. 

Sure  I  must  love  ;  or  are  my  ears 
Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  passions  move  ; 
Then  let  me  melt  this  heart  to  tears  : 
This  heart  shall  yield  to  death  or  love. 

HYMN  L. 

To  Jesus  Christ. 

POME  let  us  all  unite  to  praise 

The  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Our  thankful  hearts  in  solemn  lays> 

Be  with  our  voices  join'd. 
But  how  shall  dust  his  worth  declare.. 

When  angels  try  in  vain  ; 
Their  faces  veil  when  they  appear 

Before  the  son  of  man. 
O  Lord,  we  cannot  silent  be, 

By  1  ve  we  are  constrain'd 
To  offer  our  best  thanks  to  thee, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  friend  I 
Tho*  feeble  are  our  best  essays. 

Thy  love  will  not  despise. 


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Our  grateful  songs  of  humble  praise, 

Our  well-meant  sacrifice. 
Let  cv'ry  tongue  thy  goodness  show, 

And  spread  abroad  thy  fame  ; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  with  praise  o'erflow, 

And  bless  thy  sacred  name  ! 
Worship  and  honour,  thanks  and  love. 

Be  to  our  Jesus  giv'n  I 
By  men  below, — by  hosts  above, — 

By  all  in  earth  and  heav'n  ! 

HY^TN  LI. 

The  Tree  of  Life. 

1  POME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 

To  our  exalted  Lord, 
Ye  saints  on  high  around  his  throne. 
And  we  around  his  board. 

2  While  once  upon  this  lower  ground, 

Weary  and  faint  ye  stood, 
What  dear  refreshments  here  ye  found, 
From  this  immortal  food  ? 

3  The  tree  of  life,  t'  at  near  the  throne 

In  heav'n's  high  garden  grows, 
Laden  with  grace,  bends  gently  down 
Its  ever  smiling  boughs. 

[4    Hov'ring  among  the  leaves,  there  stands 
The  sweet  celestial  dove  ; 
And  Jesus  on  the  branches  hangs 
The  banner  of  his  love.] 

[5    'Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  strange  delight, 
While  in  his  shade  we  sit ; 
His  fruit  is  pleasing  to  the  sight, 
And  to  the  taste  as  sweet. 


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6  New  life  it  spreads  through  dying  hearts. 

And  cheers  the  drooping  mind  ; 
Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  imparts, 
Without  a  sting  behind.] 

7  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  stand, 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees. 
There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land. 
That  bears  such  fruit  as  these. 

8  Infinite  grace  our  souls  adore, 

Whose  wond'rous  hand  has  made 
This  living  branch  of  sov'reign  pow'r, 
To  raise  and  heal  the  dead. 

HYMN  LIT. 

CHRIST  JESUS,  the  Lamb  of  GOD,  worship- 
fied  by  all  the  Creation, 

1  pOME  let  us  join  our  chearful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues^ 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  :" 
Worthy  the  lamb,  "  our  lips  reply," 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  blessing.more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
VikI  speak  thine  erriless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one. 


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To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  lamb. 

HYMN  Lin. 

The  PExirEyr  Thief. 
POME  see  the  pow'r  of  Christ  our  king, 

When  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
His  grace  a  dying  thief  did  bring, 

To  own  him  with  his  heart  and  tongue. 
One  malefactor  scorn'd  Christ's  name, 

The  other  did  his  sin  reprove  ; 
Then  said  by  faith  to  God's  dear  lamb  : 

11  Remember  me  O  Lord  above." 
What  noble  faith  in  him  appear'd, 

That  he  could  trust  the  dying  Lord  \ 
He  soon  the  blessed  Jesus  heard 

Pronounce  this  sweet  reviving  word  : 
Amen,  this  day  thy  soul  shall  be 

"  With  me  in  paradise  above  " 
•  This  made  the  dying  prisoner  free  ; 

These  words  were  full  of  boundless  love. 

What  comfort  did  this  speech  convey, 

To  his  poor  guilty  wretched  mind  I 
When  thus  he  heard  the  Saviour  say, 

Great  peace  the  criminal  did  find. 
Thus  Jesus  Christ  forgave  the  thief, 

And  shew'd  great  mercy  to  the  man  ; 
So  in  the  midst  of  woe  and  grief, 

His  joy  and  happiness  began. 

O  how  he  sings  the  Saviour's  praise, 

Who  took  him  at  the  very  last, 
When  he  his  youthful  strength  and  days 
In  Satan's  cause  had  spent  and  past ! 


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Now  he  adores  God's  holy  name, 
And  stands  before  the  Saviour's  face ; 

And  will  eternally  proclaim 

The  boundless  riches  of  his  grace  ! 

HYMN  LIV. 

Desiring  to  firaise  worthily. 

pOME  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing  ! 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  ; 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fixt  upon  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love  ! 
Here  I  raise  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  ; 
Jesus  sought  me,  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God, 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 
Oh,  to  grace,  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constraint!  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  soul  to  thee  ! 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord  I  feel  it  ! 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love 

Here's  my  heart — Oh  take  and  seal  it ! 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above  ! 
Oh  that  day  when  freed  from  sinning  ! 

I  shall  see  thy  lovely  face  ! 
Clothed  in  thy  blood-washM  linen, 


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How  1*11  sing  thy  sovereign  grace  ! 
Come  dear  Lord,  no  longer  tarry, 

Take  my  raptur'd  soul  away  ; 
Send  thine  angels  down  to  carry 

Me  to  realms  of  endless  day. 
5    If  thou  ever  didst  discover, 

To  my  faith  the  promis'd  lant!, 
Bid  me  now  the  stream  pass  over, 

On  the  heav'nly  borders  stand  ; 
Now  surmount  whate'er  opposes, 

And  to  thine  embrace  I'll  fly  ; 
Speak  the  word  thou  spake  to  Moses  ; 

Bid  me,  "  get  me  up  and  die." 

HYMN  LV. 

1  POME  thou  long  expected  Jesus  ! 

Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee  ! 
Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art ; 
Dear  desire  of  ev'ry  nation, 

Joy  of  ev'ry  longing  heart  1 

2  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  king  ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  brirr 
Sy  thine  own  eternal  spirit, 

Rule  in  all  cur  hearts  alone  ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  Throne. 

HiMN  LVI. 

Invitation. 
*  ^JOME  ye  sinners  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 


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Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you. 

Full  of  pity,  love  and  pow'r  ; 
He  is  able, 

He  is  willing ;  doubt  no  more. 

Ho  !  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free-bounty  glorify, 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 
Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger? 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream : 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him ; 

This  he  gives  you, 
*Tis  the  spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 

Come  ye  weaiy,  heavy  laden, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 
Not  the  right'ous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 
Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo,  your  maker  prostrate  lies  1 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
«  It  is  finished," 
Sinner,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 
>    Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 
None  but  Jesus, 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


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7    Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert, 
Sin£  the  praises  of  the  lamb, 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name, 
Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 

HYMX  LVII. 

The   Discifiles  at   Sea. 
QONSTRAIN'D  by  their  Lord  to  emi, 

And  venture  without  him  to  sea. 
The  season  tempest'ous  and  dark, 

How  griev'd  the  disciples  must  be  ! 
But  tbo*  he  remained  on  the  shore, 

He  spent  the  night  for  them  in  pray'r  ; 
They  still  were  as  safe  as  before, 

And  equally  under  his  care. 
They  strove,  tho'  in  vain,  for  awhile, 

The  force  of  the  waves  to  withstand  ; 
But  when  they  were  wearv'd  with  toil, 

They  saw  their  dear  Saviour  at  hand  ; 
They  gladly  receiv'd  him  on  board, 

His  presence  their  spirits  reviv'd  : 
The  sea  became  calm  at  his  word, 

And  soon  at  their  port  they  arriv'd. 
Believers  now  like  them  are  tost 

By  storms,  of  a  perilous  deep ; 
But  cannot  be  possibly  lost 

While  Jesus  has  charge  of  the  ship  : 
T ho'  billows  and  winds  are  enrag'd? 

And  threaten  to  make  them  their  sport ; 
This  pilot  hath  {irmly  engag'd 

To  bring  them,  in  safety,  to  port. 

If  sometimes  we  struggle  alone, 
And  he  is  withdrawn  from  our  view. 


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It  makes  us  more  willing  to  own 

We  nothing  without  him  can  do  ; 
Then  Satan  our  hopes  would  assail, 

But  Jesus  is  still  within  call ; 
And  when  our  poor  efforts  quite  fail, 

He  conys  in  good  time,  and  does  all. 
5    Yet,  Lord,  we  are  ready  to  shrink, 

Unless  we  thy  presence  perceive ; 
O  save  us  (we  cry)  or  we  sink, 

We  would,  but  we  cannot  believe  : 
The  night  has  been  long  and  severe, 

The  winds  and  the  seas  are  still  high  j 
Dear  Saviour,  this  moment  appear, 

And  say  to  our  souls,  u  It  is  I  1" 

HYMN  LVIII. 

The  Day  of  Judgment, 

1  1)AY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 

Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  I 
How  the  summons 

Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound  ! 

2  See  the  Judge  oor  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine  If" 
Gracious  Saviour, 

Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine  ! 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea  ; 
All  the  pow'rs  of  nature  shaken 

By  his  look,  prepare  to  thee  : 
Careless  sinner, 

What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 


I 


j    Horrors  past  imagination, 

Will  surprize  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 

"  Hence,  accursed  wretch  depart ! 
"  Thou  with  Satan 

"  And  his  angels,  have  thy  part  ln 
y    Satan,  who  now  tries  to  please  you 

Lest  you  timely  warning  take, 
When  that  word  is  past,  will  seize  you, 

Plunge  you  in  the  burning  lake  : 
Think,  poor  sinner, 

Thy  eternal  ail's  at  stake  ! 
J    But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord  below  ; 
He  will  say,  "  Come  near  ye  blessed, 

u  See  the  kingdom  I  bestow  : 
"  You  for  ever 

"  Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 
7    Under  sorrows  and  reproaches, 

May  this  thought  your  courage  raise  I 
Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 

Sighs  shall  then  be  chang'd  to  praise : 
We  shall  triumph 

When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze. 

HYMN  LIX. 

A  dying  Saint's  Farewell* 

1  TjEAR  friends  farewell,  I  go  to  dwell 

With  Jesus  Christ,  on  high  ; 
There  for  to  sing,  praise  to  my  king, 
To  all  eternity. 

2  While  I've  been  here  you  have  been  dear, 

I've  always  found  you  kind  ; 
But  now  thro'  grace,  I  quit  this  place, 
And  leave  vou  all  benuid. 


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5    Weep  not  for  me,  for  here  you  see 
My  trials  have  been  great ; 
But  now  ('tis  true)    I  bid  adieu, 
And  change  my  mournful  state. 

4  'Twill  not  be  long  before  the  throng 

Will  all  together  be  ; 
And  you  that  know  the  Lord,  below, 
Shall  then  your  Saviour  see. 

5  There  we  shall  join  in  songs  divine, 

God's  holy  name  shall  praise  ; 
And  view  Christ's  smiles,  forget  the  toils 
Of  these  few  evil  days. 

6  There  we  shall  stand  at  his  right  hand, 

And  in  his  presence  dwell ; 

And  him  adore,  for  ever  mores 

So  brethren,  now  farewell. 

HYMN  LX. 

God  the  only  refuge  in  trouble* 

1  T\EAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  thee  when  sorrows  rise  ; 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  While  hope  revives,  tho'  press'd  with  fear?? 

And  I  can  say,  "  My  God," 
Beneath  thy  feet  I  spread  my  cares, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

3  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief, 
For  ev'ry  pain  I  feel. 


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-    But  oh  !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail 

I  fear  to  call  the  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 

And  all  my  hopes  decline. 
Yet  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 

Tho*  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ? 

No,  still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Attends  the  mourner's  pray'r  ; 

O  may  I  ever  find  access, 

To  breathe  my  sorrows  there. 

Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still  ; 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 
With 'humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 

And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

HYMN  LXL 

T\EAR  Lord,  how  wondrous  is  thy  love 

To  such  unworthy  worms  as  we  I 
Thou  hast  sent  down  the  heav'nly  dove, 
To  set  our  souls  at  Liberty. 

We  that  were  doom'd  to  woe  and  pain, 

Expos'd  to  death  of  ev'ry  kind, 
Thro'  Jesus  Christ,  the  lamb  once  slain, 

Do  life,  and  peace,  and  pardon  find. 
Shall  we  forget  our  Saviour's  grace, 

Who  dy'd  to  save  our  guilty  souls, 
And  bring  us  to  his  father's  face, 

Where  endless  peace  and  pleasure  rolls  ? 


4  Forbid,  O  Lord,  each  wand'ring  thought : 

May  Christ  be  all  in  our  esteem  ; 
Let  earthly  things  be  all  forgot, 

And  counted  loss,  compar'd  with  hirm 

5  Lord  Jesus,  make  us  bear  in  mind 

Thy  rich,  thy  pure  redeeming  love. 
Till  we  shall  be  for  ever  join'd 

With  those  that  sing  thy  praise  above. 

G    Then  shall  we  stand  before  thy  face, 

And  shout  with  all  the  ransonVd  throng  ; 
Our  cry  shall  be,  "  Free  grace,  free  grace," 
While  endless  ages  roll  along. 

HYMN  LXII. 

Assurances  of  Heaven  :  or,  a  Saint  fire fiar'd  to  die. 

Fl    T^EATH  may  dissolve  my  body  now. 
And  bear  my  spirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  so  slow, 
Nor  my  salvation  come  ? 

2    With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 
The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
Finish'd  my  course  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  sure  reward.] 

o    God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 
A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  rjght'ous  judge  of  that  great  day 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4    Nor  hath  the  king  of  grace  decreed 
This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 
But  all  that  love,  and  lcng  to  see 
Th*  appearance  of  his  son, 


5  Jesus,  the  Lord,  shall  guard  me  safe 

From  ev'ry  ill  design  ; 
And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  everlasting  aid, 

And  hell  shall  rage  in  vain  ; 
To  him  be  highest  glory  paid. 
And  endless  praise.     AMEN. 

HYMN  LXIII. 

Death  dreadful  or  delightful, 

1  T\EATH  !  'Tis  a  melancholy  day, 

To  those  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  soul  is  fore'd  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heav'n  she  lifts  her  eyes, 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies, 
To  darkness,  fire  and  pain. 

3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell, 

Let  stubborn  sinners  fear  ; 
You  must  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  for  ever  there. 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flashes  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  soul,  look  downwards  too, 
And  sing  recov'ring  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  sov'reign  grace, 

That  promis'd  heav'n  to  me  ; 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above, 
Where  happy  spirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day, 


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Come  death  and  some  celestial  baad, 
To  bear  my  soul  away. 

HYMN  LXIV. 

1  jjESERTERS,  to  the  camp  return, 

Resume  your  former  post, 
Bewail  your  crimes,  your  baseness  mourn.; 
For  yet  ye  are  not  lost. 

2  Your's  is  a  sad,  a  dang'rous  case, 

Be  humble,  and  repent ; 
Mercy  you'll  find,  tho*  e'er  so  base, 

The  moment  you  relent. 
S    Sinners  are  sav'd  by  Jesu's  blood, 

How  vile  so  e'er  they  be  ; 
Eternal  life's  the  gift  of  God  ; 

And  gifts  are  always  free. 

4    'Tis  not  by  works  of  right'ousness 
Which  any  man  has  done  ; 
But  God  has  sent  his  son  to  bless  : 
Return,  and  kiss  the  son. 

HYMN  LXV. 

J    F)ID  our  I M MANUEL  die  for  us, 

To  save  such  poor  rebellious  men  ? 
Did  he  display  his  pity  thus, 

That  we  might  come  to  GOD  again  ? 

2  All  human  language  wants  a  name, 

For  ibis  unfathom'd  wond'rous  love  : 
This  pure  immortal  fervent  flame, 
Sprang  only  from  the  GOD  above. 

3  What  can  we  add  ?  Our  speech  is  faint ; 

We  sink  beneath  the  pond'rous  load  : 
This  love  no  eloquence  can  paint : 
'Tis  grand  !  'tis  worthy  of  a  GOD. 


O'crwhelm'd  with  this  abyss  of  U 
We  stand  astonish'd  at  the  gl 

That  brought  the  Saviour  trom  above, 
To  die  for  all  the  fallen  race  ! 

Did  our  IMMAMEL  cie  for  us  ? 

What  more  can  be  by  sounds  ex p rest  I 
For  sinners  CHRIST  was  made  a  curse  ; 

Eternity  must  tell  the  rest. 

HYMN  LXVL 

7    T)ISCIPLES  of  Christ 

Ye  friends  of  the  lamb  : 
Attend    and  assist 

In  singing  his  fame  : 
Eternal  thanksgiving 

The  faithful  should  pay. 
The  living,  the  living, 
As  we  do  this  day. 

i    A  body  of  clay 

He  humbly  put  on, 
And  then  took  away 

The  sin  we  had  done  ; 
And  in  it  endured 

The  wrath  to  us  due, 
The  curse  we  incurred, 

Our  stripes  and  our  woe. 

J    Not  only  he  dy*d, 

But  also  arose  ; 
Laid  weakness  aside, 

And  over  his  foes, 
(Sin,  death  and  the  devil,) 

He  triumph'd,  and  o'er 
This  world,  and  all  evil, 

Dominion  and  pow'r. 


so 

O  merciful  lamb, 

Who  sits  on  the  throne, 
We  bow  at  thy  name, 

The  Saviour  we  own, 
Deserving  our  blessing, 

And  blessing  we'll  give, 
Without  ever  ceasing, 

So  long  as  we  live. 

HYMN  LXVII. 

Dismission, 

QISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word, 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive  ; 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

Tho'  we  are  guilty  thou  art  good, 
Wash  all  our  Works  in  Jesu's  blood. 

Give  ev'ry  fetter'd  soul  release  ; 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

HYMN  LXVIII. 

Before  Sermon. 

TtOES  it  not  grief  and  wonder  move, 
"  To  think  of  Israel's  dreadful  fall ! 
Who  needed  miracles  to  prove  ! 

Whether  the  Lord  were  God  or  Baal  t 

Methinks  I  see  Elijah  stand, 

His  features  glow  with  love  and  zeal, 
In  faith  and  pray'r  he  lifts  his  hand, 

And  makes  to  heav'n  his  great  appeal. 

«  Oh,  GOD,  if  I  thy  servant  am 
It  is  thy  message  fills  my  heart, 

Now  glorify  thy  holy  name, 

And  shew  this  people  who  thou  art/' 
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He  spoke,  and  lo,  a  sudden  flame 
ConsunVd  the  wood,   the  dust,  the  stone, 

The  people  struck,  at  once  proclaim  : 

"  The  LORD  is  GOD,  the  LORD  aione.?> 

Like  him  we  mourn  an  awful  day, 

When  more  for  Baal  than  God  appear; 
Like  him,  believers,  let  us  pray, 
And  may  the  GOD  of  Israel  hear. 

Lord  !   if  thy  servant  speaks  thy  truth, 

If  he  indeed  is  sent  by  thee, 
Confirm  the  word  to  all  our  youth, 
And  let  them  thy  salvation  see. 

Now  may  the  spirit's  holy  fire 
Pierce  ev'ry  heart  that  hears  thy  word; 

Consume  each  hurtful  vain  desire, 

And  make  them  know  thou  art  the  LORD. 

HYMX  LXIX. 

Believers  buried  ivich  CHRIST  in  Bafitiwu 

T)0  we  not  know  that  solemn  word, 

That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord  ; 
Baptiz'd  into  bis  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  sin  ? 

Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death  : 
So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 

No  more  let  sin  or  Satan  reign, 
Over  our  mortal  flesh  again  : 
The  various  lusts  we  serv'd  before, 
^  Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 
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HYMN  LXX. 

Jlvery  Creature  at  GOD's  command. 

"PLIJAH's  example  declares, 

Whatever  distress  may  betide. 
The  saints  may  commit  all  their  cares 

To  him  who  will  always  provide. 
When  rain  long  withheld  from  the  earth, 

Occasion'd  a  famine  of  bread  ; 
The  prophet,  secur'd  from  the  dearth; 

By  ravens  was  constantly  fed. 
More  likely  to  rob  than  to  feed, 

Are  ravens  who  live  upon  prey  ; 
But  where  the  LORD's  people  have  need. 

His  goodness  will  find  out  a  way  : 
This  instance  to  those  may  seem  strange, 

Who  know  not  how  faith  can  prevail ; 
But  sooner  ail  nature  shall  change, 

Than  one  of  GOD's  promises  fail. 
Nor  is  it  a  singular  case  ; 

The  wonder  is  often  renew'd  ; 
And  many  may  say  to  GOD's  praise. 

By  ravens  he  sendeth  them  food. 
Thus  worldlings,  tho*  ravens  indeed, 

Tho'  greedy  and  selfish  their  mind, 
If  GOD  has  a  servant  to  feed, 

Against  their  own  wills  can  be  kind. 

Thus  Satan,  the  raven,  unclean, 

That  croaks  in  the  ears  of  the  saints, 
O'er-rul'd  by  a  power  unseen, 

Administers  oft  to  thei*  wants  ; 
GOD  teaches  them  how  to  find  food, 

From  all  the  temptations  they  feel ; 
This  raven  who  thirsts  for  my  blood, 

Has  help'd  me  to  many  a  meal. 


5    How  safe  and  how  happy  are  they 

Who  on  the  ^ood  shepherd  rely  ! 
He'll  give  them  out  strength  for  their  day, 

1  heir  wants  he  will  surely  supply. 
He  ravens  and  lions  can  tame  ; 

All  creatures  obey  his  command  : 
Then  let  me  rejoice  in  his  name, 

And  leave  all  my  cares  in  his  hand. 

HYMN  LXXI. 

The  Deity  and  Humanity  of  Chris?*,  John  i.  1,  3 
14.  and  Col.  I  16.  and  Eph  iii.  9,  10. 

1  T?'F'R  the  blue  heav'ns  were  stretch'd  abroad, 

From  everlasting  was  the  word  ; 
With  God  he  was:  the  word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made  : 

By  him  supported,  all  things  stand  ; 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  E'er  sin  was  born,  or  Satan  fell, 

He  led  the  host  of  morning-stars  ; 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  ?) 

4  But  lo,  he  leaves  those  heav'nly  forms  ; 

The  word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  hold  converse  with  worms, 
Drest  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  Face, 

Th*  eternal  father's  only  son  ; 
How  full  of  truth  !  how  full  of  c^race  ! 
When  thro*  his  eyes  the  godhead  shone  \ 


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6    Arch-angels  leave  their  high  abode, 

To  learn  new  myst'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  EMMANUEL. 

HYMN  LXXII. 

1  INTERNAL  God,  thy  pow'r  make  known, 

Make  the  whole  earth  confess 
That  thou  art  God,  and  tnou  alore 
Dost  rule  in  right'ousness. 

2  May  the  whole  earth  thy  glory  see, 

And  thy  salvation  know  ; 
And  to  thy  saints,  who  wait  for  thee, 
Thy  works  and  wonders  show. 

3  Lord  Jesus,  come,  and  take  thy  pow'r, 

And  rule  us  by  thy  grace  : 
We  wait  for  that  expected  hour 
When  we  shall  see  thy  face. 

4  Our  souls  are  longing  for  the  day 

When  Jesus  shall  be  king ; 
When  he  our  stubborn  sins  shall  slay. 
And  we  his  praise  shall  sing. 

5  Our  hearts  rejoice  in  Jesu's  name, 

His  word  forbids  our  fear  ; 

We  love  his  gospel  to  proclaim 

That  all  mankind  may  hear. 

6  But  dearest  Lord,  let  us  enjoy 

That  everlasting  peace, 
That  nothing  ever  shall  destroy, 
Nor  cause  it  to  decrease. 

7  Lord  here  we  wait  to  know  thy  will, 

And  to  obey  the  same, 
May  we  our  course  on  earth  fulfil, 
In  honour  to  thy  name. 


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HYMN  LXXIIL 

Praise  to  the  Creator. 

\    T?  TERN  A  L  majesty  on  high, 

Thou  God  of  pow'r  and  love, 
Thy  hands  have  spread  the  starry  sky,. 
And  form'd  the  world  above. 

2  This  globe  below  shews  forth  thy  might, 

Thy  goodness  and  thy  skill  ; 
The  sun,  the  moon,  the  day,  and  night. 
Thy  pleasure  do  fulfill. 

3  Beasts,  birds,  fish,  insects  all  declare 

Thou  art  the  mighty  God  ; 
fire,  hail  and  storms,  earth,  water,  air, 
Declare  thy  name  abroad. 

4  Trees,  mountains,  rivers,  rocks  and  plains, 

Gardens,  and  fruitful  lands 
Proclaim,  <;  The  God  of  goodness  reigns  ;'J 
And  will  while  nature  stands. 

5  All  things  below,  and  all  above, 

God,  wise,  good,  great  proclaim  ; 
Then  let  the  children  of  his  love 
Delight  to  bless  his  name. 

6  The  heav'nly  father,  and  the  son, 

And  spirit  we  adore  ; 
'Tis  now  as  'twas  when  time  begun* 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

HYMN  LXXIV- 

Christ  the  Beloved  described. 

i   J7AIR  Salem's  daughters  ask  to  know 
Why  I  should  love  my  Jesus  so  ; 
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What  are  his  charms,  say  they,  above 

The  objects  of  another's  love  ? 
Yes,  my  beloved,  to  my  sight 

Shews  a  sweet  mixture,  red  and  white  ; 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 

In  my  beloved  meet  and  shine. 
White  is  his  soul,  from  blemish  free  ; 

Red  was  his  blood  he  shed  for  me  ; 
The  fairest  of  ten  thousand  fairs  ; 

A  sun  among-  ten  thousand  stars. 
His  head  the  finest  Gold  excels ; 

There  wisdom  in  perfection  dwells, 
And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 

Those  temples  once  beset  with  thorns. 
Compassions  in  his  heart  are  found, 

Hard  by  the  signals  of  his  wound  : 
His  sacred  side  no  more  shall  bear 

The  cruel  scourge,  the  piercing  spear. 
His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 

Than  diamonds  set  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
Those  heav'nly  hands  that  on  the  tree 

Were  naiPd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 

Tho'  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 

Loaded  with  sins  and  agonies* 
Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command, 

His  legs  like  marble  pillars  stand. 
His  eyes  are  majesty  and  love, 

The  eagle  temper'd  with  the  dove  ; 
No  more  shall  trickling  sorrows  roll, 

Thro'  those  dear  windows  of  his  soul. 
His  mouth  that  pour'd  out  long  complaints 

Now  smiles,  and  chears  his  fainting  saints ; 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  tree's. 


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10    All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 

Must  be  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd  ; 
His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew 
Sure  ev'ry  one  would  love  him  too. 

HYMN  LXXV, 

God  glorious,  and  sinners  sax*ed. 

1  T?  ATHER,   how  wide  thy  glory  shines  ! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  thro*  the  earth  by  thousand  signs. 
By  thousands  thro'  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r  ; 

Their  motions  sp?ak  thy  skill, 
And  on  the  win^s  of  ev'ry  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 
They  shew  the  labour  of  thy  hands, 
The  impress  of  thy  feet. 

4  But  when  we  view  thy  grand  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  wisdorn,  pow'r  and  goodness  shine, 
In  their  most  glorious  forms. 

5  Our  thoughts  are  lost  in  rev'rend  awe  ; 

We  love,  and  we  adore, 
The  holy  angels  never  saw 
So  much  of  God  before. 

€    Here  God  hath  made  his  nature  known, 
And  thought  can  never  trace, 
Which  of  his  glories  brightest  shone, 
In  our  Redeemer's  face. 


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()  the  sweet  tnyst'ries  of  that  cross 

Where  Jesus  lov'd  and  dy'd, 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounded  side. 
Now  the  full  glories  of  the  lamb 

Adorn  the  heav'nly  plains  ; 
Sweet  cherubs  learn  Emmanuel's  name. 

And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  song  I 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

HYMX  LXXVI. 

pA.THER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 

No  other  help  I  know  ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah  !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

What  did  thine  only  son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath  ? 
What  pain,  what  labour  to  secure 

My  soul  from  endless  death  1 

O  Jesu,  could  I  this  believe, 

I  now  should  feel  thy  pow'r  ; 
Now  my  poor  soul  thou  would'st  retrieve, 

Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes  ; 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift ! 

My  soul  without  it  dies  ! 

HYMN  LXXVII. 

RATHER  of  faithful  Abra'm,  hear 
Our  earnest  suit  for  Abra'm/s  seed  1 


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Justly  they  claim  the  softest  pray'r 
From  us,  adopted  in  their  stead: 

Who  mercy  throutrh  their  fail  obtain, 
And  Christ  by  their  rejection  gain. 

2  Outcasts  from  thee,  and  scatter'd  wide 

Through  ev'ry  nation  under  heav'n, 
Blaspheming  whom  they  crucify'd, 
Unsav'd,  unpity'd,  unforgiv'n ; 

Branded  like  Cain,  they  bear  the  load, 
Abhorr'd  of  Men,  and  curs'd  of  God. 

3  But  hast  thou  finally  forsook, 

Forever  cast  thy  own  away  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  bid  the  murd'rers  look 

On  him  they  pierc'd,  and  weep  and  pray  ? 
Yes  gracious  Lord,  thy  word  is  past : 
All  Israel  shall  be  sav'd  at  last. 

4  Come  then,  thou  great  deliv'rer  come  ! 

The  veil  from  Jacob's  heart  remove ! 
Receive  thy  ancient  people  home ; 

That  quicken'd  by  thy  dying  love, 
The  world  may  their  reception  find, 
Life  from  the  dead  for  all  mankind. 

HYMN  LXXVIII. 

J3a/itism. 

1  pATHER  of  heav'n,  we  thee  address 

(Obedience  is  our  view,) 
Accept  us  in  thy  son ;  and  bless 
The  work  we  have  to  do. 

2  Jesus,  as  water  well  appli'd, 

Will  make  the  body  clean  ; 
So  in  the  fountain  of  thy  side, 
Wash  thou  the  soul  from  sin. 


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•Celestial  dove,  descend  from  high, 

And  on  the  water  brood  ; 
And  with  thy  quick'ning  pow'r  apply 

The  water  and  the  blood. 

Great  God,  three-one,  again  we  call 

And  our  requests  renew, 
Accept  in  Christ ;  and  bless  withal 

The  work  we've  now  to  do. 

HYMN  LXXIX. 

The  firomis'd  Land. 

"pAR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night. 

Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

,9   There  pain  and  sickness  never  come. 
And  grief  no  more  complains  ; 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns. 

.3   No  clouds  those  blissful  regions  know. 
For  ever  bright  and  fair  ! 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4  There  no  alternate  night  is  known, 

Nor  sun's  faint  sickly  ray  ; 
But  glory  from  the  sacred  throne 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

5  O  may  the  heav'nly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 
Till  wings  of  faith,  and  strong  desire, 
Bear  ev'ry  thought  above. 


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Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine 
For  thy  bright  courts  on  high; 

Then  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 

HYMX  LXXX. 

"PROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 

Let  the  creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  redeemer's  name  be  sung, 

Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 
Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word : 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  set  and  rise  no  more. 

HYMX  LXXXL 

Queen  of  Sheba. 

pROM  Sheba  a  distant  report 

Of  Solomon's  glory  and  fame, 
Invited  the  queen  to  his  eourt, 

But  all  was  outdone  when  she  came  ; 
She  cry'd  with  a  pleasing  surprize  ; 

When  first  she  before  him  appear'd, 
u  How  much  what  I  see  with  my  eyes, 

"  Surpasses  the  rumour  I  heard." 
When  once  to  Jerusalem  come, 

The  treasure  and  train  she  had  brought  ; 
The  wealth  she  possessed  at  home, 

No  longer  had  place  in  her  thought ; 
His  house,  his  attendants,  his  throne, 

All  struck  her  with  wonder  and  awe  ; 
The  glory  of  Solomon  shone 

In  every  object  she  saw. 
But  Solomon  most  she  admir'd, 

Whose  spirit  conducted  the  whole  ; 


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His  wisdom,  which  God  had  inspir'd, 
His  bounty  and  grc  uness  of  soul; 

Of  ail  the  hard  questions  she  put, 
A  ready  solution  he  shcw'd ; 

Exceeded  her  wish  and  her  suit, 

And  more  than  she  ask'd  him,  bestow'd. 

Thus  I  when  the  gospel  proclaim'd 

The  Saviour's  groat  name  in  my  ears, 
The  wisdom  for  which  he  is  fam'd, 

The  love  which  to  sinners  he  bears ; 
I  long'd,  and  I  was  not  deny'd, 

That  I  in  his  presence  might  bow ; 
I  saw,  and  transported  I  cry'd, 

"  A  greater  than  Solomon  thou!" 

My  conscience  no  comfort  could  find, 

By  doubt  and  hard  questions  oppos'd  ; 
But  he  restor'd  peace  to  my  mind, 

And  answer  d  each  doubt  I  propos'd  i 
Behoiding  me  poor  and  distress'd, 

His  bounty  supply'd  all  my  wants  ; 
My  pray'r  could  have  never  express'd 

So  much  as  this  Solomon  grants. 

I  heard,  and  was  slow  to  believe, 

But  now  with  my  eyes  I  behold, 
Much  more  than  my  heart  couid  concc 

Or  language  could  ever  have  told : 
How  happy  thy  servants  must  be, 

Who  always  before  thee  appear  ! 
Vouchsafe,  Lord,  this  blessing  to  me, 

I  find  it  is  good  to  be  here. 

HYMN  LXXXII. 

QETHSEM  ANE,  thou  dolesome  place, 
Near  Kedron's  brook,  to  which  the  lamb, 


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Who  lov'd  to  be  in  loneliness, 
With  his  disciples  often  came, 
Where  out  of  boundless  love  to  me, 
He  wrestled  in  an  agony. 
2   There,  quite  o'erwhelm'd  with  grief,  he  said; 
4i  My  soul  is  sorrowful  to  death," 
And  suffering  freely  in  my  stead, 
He  drank  the  bitter  cup  of  wrath  ; 
Now  on  his  knees,  then  on  his  facej 
He  weeps,  and  sweats,  and  bleeds  and  prays. 
So  lov'd  me  the  eternal  God, 
That  he  became  the  Son  of  man, 
And  took  my  sins,  prodigious  load  ; 
My  soul  admire  his  gracious  plan  ! 
Thy  stripes,  thy  guilt  and  curse  he  bore  ; 
Believe  and  thankfully  adore. 

HYMX  LXXXIII. 

Praise  to  the  Trinity* 
(jLORY,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 
Sing  his  praises  round  the  sky. 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  kind  ; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Heav'n  and  earth,  and  sky  be  join'd. 
I        Holy,  holy,  holy,  ho 
Holy  is  the  Lord  of  Hosts; 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  holy* 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

I       Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worl 
Worthy  is  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worthy, 
Who  lov'd  and  wash'd  us  in  his  blood. 
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HYMN  LXXXIV. 

Evening, 

>  QLORY,  to  thee  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light, 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings-, 
Under  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
Whatever  ills  this  day  I've  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 
I,  ere  1  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

$  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Triumphant  rise  at  the  last  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with  sweet  sleep  my  eye-lids  close  ; 
Sleep  that  may  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

3  Let  my  blest  guardian,  while  I  sleep, 
Close  to  my  bed  his  vigils  keep  ; 
Let  no  vain  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
Nor  pow'rs  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

HYMN  LXXXV. 

Skk-bed  devotion  ;  or,  pleading  without  repining. 

I  (j-OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 


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But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 

2  Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command  : 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word, 

Against  thy  chast'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes  : 
My  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 

4  Crush'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand. 

We  moulder  to  the  dust  ; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withstand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  lost. 

[5  This  mortal  life  decays  apace, 
How  soon  the  bubble's  broke  ! 
Adam  and  all  ins  num'rousrace 
Are  vanity  and  smoke  ] 

6  I'm  but  a  sojourner  below, 

As  all  my  father's  were  j 
May  1  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  summons  hear. 

7  But  if  my  life  be  spar'd  a  while 

Before  my  last  remove, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  my  bus'ness  still. 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

HYMN  LXXXVr, 

4   /^OD  of  my  salvation,  hear, 
And  help  me  to  believe  \ 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 
Thy  blessing  to  receive  : 
Full  of  guilt,  alas  !  1  am; 


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But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuse  flee  ; 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  w*s  s  .ed  tor  me. 
.2  Standing  now  as  newly  slain, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye, 
Balm  of  ail  my  grief  and  pain, 

Thy  oiood  is  always  nigh  ; 
Now  as  yesterday  the  same 

Thou  art  and  will  for  ever  be  : 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Tby  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

3  Nothing  have  1,  Lord,  to  pay, 

Nor  can  thy  grace  procure, 
Empty  send  me  not  away, 

For  I,  thou  know'st*  am  poor  : 
Dust  and  ashes  is  my  name, 

My  all  is  sin  and  misery  : 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

4  No  good  word,  or  work,  or  thought. 

Bring  I  to  buy  thy  grace  : 
Pardon  i  accept  unbought, 

Thy  proffer  I  embrace  : 
Coming,  as  at  first  i  came, 

To  take  and  not  bestow  on  thee  ; 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

5  Saviour  from  thy  wounded  side 

I  never  will  depart, 
Here  will  I  my  spirit  hide, 

When  I  am  pure  in  heart, 
Till  my  place  above  1  chim, 

This  only  shall  be  all  my  plea  ; 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb. 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 


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HYMN  LXXXVII. 

Light  shining  on*  of  Darkness. 

1  C*  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way. 

Mis  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never  failing  skill ; 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sov'reign  will 

3  Ye  fearful  saints  fresh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  : 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour, 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  floAv'r. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

HYMN  LXXXVIII. 

A  Morning  Hymn. 
1   flOD  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise^ 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies. 
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2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And  without  weariness  of  rest, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  shines. 

3  Oh,  like  the  sun,  may  I  fulfil 

Th*  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will, 

Marph  on  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way 

[4  But  I  shali  rove  and  lose  the  race, 
If  God  my  Sun,  should  disappear, 
And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  maze, 
To  follow  ev'ry  wand'ring  star] 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlight'nin^  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 
Thy  threut'nings  just,  thy  promise  sure  : 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

6  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss  ; 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside. 

Are  faint  and  cold  compar'd  with  this. 

HYMN  LXXXIX. 

The  Afios tie's  Commission. 

1  "  QO  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  Bid  the  w.iole  eirth  my  grace  receive  : 
"  He  shall  be  sav'd  that  trusts  my  word  : 
"  He  shall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

p2  "  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known, 
4k  And  you  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
k  By  ail  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
"  By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 


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8  u  Go  heal  the  sick,  go  raise  the  dead, 
"  Go  cast  out  devils  in  my  Dame  ; 
a  Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid,  [pheme. 

"  Though  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blas- 

4  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 
"  I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
"  All  pow'r  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 
18  I  can  destroy,  and  can  defend." 


He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head  ; 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode  ; 
They  to  the  furthest  nations  spread 

The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

HYMN  XC. 

Character  of  Christ. 

1   fXO  worship  at  Emmanuel's  feet, 

See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet  1 
E^rth  is  too  narrow  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

[2  The  whole  creation  can  afford 

But  some  faint  shadows  of  my  Lord  ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Must  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 

T3  Is  he  compar'd  to  wine  or  bread  ? 

Dear  Lord  !   our  souts  would  thus  be  fed,; 
That  flesh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 
Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine.] 

[4  Is  he  a  tree  !  the  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves : 
That  right'ous  branch,  that  fruitful  bough. 
Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too.] 


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[ 5  Is  he  a  rose  ?  not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields  : 
Or  if  the  lilly  he  assume, 
The  vallies  bless  the  rich  perfume.] 

[6  Is  he  a  vine  ?  his  heav'nly  root 

Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit ; 

O  let  a  lasting  union  join 

My  soul  to  Christ  the  living  vine  !] 

[7  Is  he  a  head  ?  each  member  lives, 
And  owns  the  vital  pow'r  he  gives  ; 
The  saints  below,  and  saints  above, 
Joiu'd  by  his  spirit  and  his  love.] 

[8  Is  he  a  fountain  ?  there  I  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plague  of  sin  and  death ; 
These  waters  all  my  soul  renew, 
And  cieanse  my  spotted  garments  too.] 

[9  Is  he  a  fire  ?  he'll  purge  my  dross: 
But  the  true  gold  sustains  no  loss  : 
Like  a  refiner  shall  he  sit, 
And  tread  the  refuse  with  his  feet.] 

[10   Is  he  a  rock  ?  how  firm  he  proves  ! 
The  rock  of  ages  never  moves  ; 
Yet  tne  sweet  streams  that  from  him  flow 
Attend  us  all  the  desart  through.] 

[1 1   Is  he  a  way  ?  he  leads  to  God, 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ; 
There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  zealj 
'Tiil  I  arrive  at  Zion's  hill.] 

[12  Is  he  a  door?  I'll  enter  in  ; 

Behold  the  pastures  large  and  green  ; 
A  paradise  divinely  fair,  . 

None  but  the  sheep  have  freedom  there.] 


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[13.  Is  he  design'd  the  corner-stone, 

For  men  to  build  their  he«»v'n  upon  !         * 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too, 
Nor  fear  the  p;ots  of  hell  below.] 

[14.   Is  he  a  temple  I   1  adore 

Th*  indwelling;  majesty  and  pow'r  ? 
And  still  to  his  most  holy  place, 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I'll  turu  my  fxe.j 

[15     Is  he  a  star?   lie  breaks  the  ni^ht, 
Piercing  the  shades  with  dawning  light  ? 
I  knew  his  glories  from  afar, 
I  know  the  bright,  the  morning  star.] 

[16  Is  he  a  sun  ?  his  beams  are  grace, 
His  course  is  joy  and  right'ousness  ; 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 
To  chase  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears,  j 

"\7.  O  let  me  climb  those  higher  skies, 
Where  storms  and  darkness  never  rise  ! 
There  he  displays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 
And  shines  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God] 

18   Nor  earth,  nor  seas,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 
Nor  heav'n  his  full  resemblance  bears; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 
Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

HYMN  XCI. 

f^  RACE  !    'tis  a  charming  sound, 
^^    Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

Grace  first  contriv'd  a  way 
To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps,  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wonri'ious  plan. 


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3  Grace  taught  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meeU 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown. 

Through  everlasting  days, 
It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  stone  ; 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

HYMN  XCII. 

1  Q.RACIOUS  Lord,  incline  thine  ear, 

My  complaint  vouchsafe  to  hear  ; 
Sore  distrest  with  guilt  am  I, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

2  Wealth  and  honour  I  disdain, 
Earthly  comforts  all  are  vain ; 

They  can  never  satisfy, 

Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die.* 

3  Lord  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
Only  take  away  my  guilt, 

Mourning  at  thy  feet  I  lie; 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

4  All  unholy  and  unclean, 

I  am  sinful,  vile  and  mean  ; 
But  to  thee  for  mercy  fly, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

5  Thou  dost  freely  save  the  lost ; 
In  thy  grace  alone  I  trust; 

Unto  thee  1  lift  my  cry, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

6  O  my  God,  what  shall  I  say  ? 
Take,  O  take  my  sins  away  ! 

Jesu's  blood  to  me  apply, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 


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HYMN  XCIII. 

Triumph  over  death. 

/^REAT  God,  I  own  thy  sentence  just ; 

And  nature  must  decay  ; 
I  yield  my  body  to  the  dust, 

To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 
Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  graves. 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  : 
My  Jesus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 

My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 
The  mighty  Conqu'ror  shall  appear 

High  on  a  royal  seat, 
Ancl  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes, 

Lie  vanquish'd  at  his  feet. 
Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  skin, 

And  gnaw  my  wasting  flesh, 
When  God  shall  build  my  bones  again. 

He'll  clothe  them  all  afresh. 

Then  shall  I  see  thy  lovely  face 

With  strong  immortal  eyes, 
And  feast  upon  thy  unknown  grace, 

With  pleasure  and  surprise. 

HYMN  XCIV. 

QREATEST  High-Priest,  Saviour  Christ, 
Who  for  me  wast  sacrifie'd  ; 
Make  my  heart  through  thy  blesUwsion, 
To  thyself  a  pure  oblation. 
Thy  pure  love  accepts  of  nought, 
But  what  by  thy  love  is  wrought ; 

"s  not  of  thy  own  formation, 
Xc'er  attaineth  to  salvation. 


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3  Kill  in  me  what  is  unclean, 
Kill  in  me  the  root  of  sin  ; 

Snatch  my  heart  from  its  pollution, 
And  th'  old  man's  entire  confusion. 

i  On  the  altar  lay  the  wood, 
And  consume  old  Adam's  brood  ; 
Source  of  all  celestial  graces, 
I  would  die  in  thine  embraces. 

5  Lo,  at  length  it  shall  appear, 

That  the  Lord  hus  neard  my  pray'r  ; 
Lo,  e'en  in  my  present  station, 
He'll  be  pleas'd  with  my  oblation, 

HYMN   XCV. 

The  effusion  of  the  Sfiirit  ;   or,  (he  success  of  tht 
Gosfiel. 

1  f^  RE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 
^^    When  the  divine  disciples  met ; 
Whilst  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'r  to  kill,  and  pow'r  to  save! 
Furnish'd  their  tongues  with  wond'rous  words. 
Instead  of  shields,  and  spears,  and  swords. 

3  Thus  arm'd,  he  sent  the  champion  forth, 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north  ; 
Go,  and  assert  your  Saviour's  cause  : 
Go,  spread  the  myst'ry  of  his  cross. 

4  These  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low  I 


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.dons,  the  learned  and  the  1 

by  these  heav'nly  arms  subdu'd  i 
While  satan  rag^s  at  his  loss, 
And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 

H$y Great  king  of  grace  1  my  heart  subdue  ; 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  sing  the  vict'ries  of  his  word. 

HYMN  XCVI. 

Christ  a  sure  Guide, 

i   rjUIDR  me.  ()  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land, 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 

Hold  me  with  thy  pow'iful  hand; 
Bre^d  of  heaven,  bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow. 
Let  the  fi'ry  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 
Strong  Deliv'rer,  strong  Deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fear  subside  ; 
Death  of  deaths,  and  hell's  destruction. 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  ; 
Songs  of  praises,  songs  of  praises, 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee 

HYMN  XCVII. 

A  funeral  thought, 

i  XT  ARK  I  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound : 
My  ears  attend  the  cry  : 

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"  Ye  living*  men,  come  view  the  ground 
"  Where  you  must  shortly  lye. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

"  In  spite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ! 
"  The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
"  Must  lye  as  low  as  ours  " 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure  ! 
Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'r  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  : 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  XCVIII. 

Ascension. 

1  TJAIL  the  day  that  sees  him  rise, 
**"    Ravish'd  from  our  wishful  eyes  ! 
Christ  a  while  to  mortals  giv'n, 
Re-ascends  his  native  heav'n  ; 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits, 
Lift  yeur  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  ! 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 

2  Him,  though  highest  heav'n  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves  ; 
Though  returning  to  the  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own  ; 

Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads  ; 
Near  himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 


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3  Master  (may  we  ever  say) 
Taken  from  our  head  to  day* 
See  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  ! 

Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height, 
Grunt  our  hearts  may  thither  rise 
Following  thee  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Ever  upwards  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love  ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
Longing,  gasping  after  home  ; 
There  we  snail  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thy  glorious  reign  ; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  heav'n  of  heav'n's  in  thee. 

HYMN  XCFX- 

The  Nativity. 

1  IT  ARK,  the  glad  sound  !  tHa  Saviour  comes> 

i  he  Saviour  prorois'd  long  ! 
Let  eV'ry  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  ev'ry  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  spirit  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  its  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal,  and  love. 
His  noly  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes  the  pris'ners  to  release, 

in  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst. 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice* 

To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 
•An. I  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 


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5  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind. 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 

And  with  the  riches  of  his  grace, 

T* enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heav'ns  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thf  beloved  name. 

HYMN  C. 

Blessed  are  the  dead  that  die  in  the  Lord.  Rev.xiv.  1 3. 

1  UEAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims 

From    all  the  pious  dead, 
Sweet  is  the  savour  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  bless'd  ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sin  releas'd, 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  snare. 

.3  Far  from  this  World  of  toil  and  strife, 
They're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

HYMN  CI. 

I  TTF  comes  !  he  comes  !  the  Saviour  dear, 
The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near  j 
His  light'nings  flash,  his  thunders  roll, 
He's  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul ; 

Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome, 
.  Welcome,  to  the  faithful  soul. 

-}  From  heav'n  angelic  voices  sound  \ 
See  the  almighty  Jesus  crown'd  i 


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Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace. 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  faca » 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 
Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 
He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own; 
iyhe  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord  : 
Hail  him,  hail  him,  hail  him,  hail  him* 
Hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord. 

Shout  all  the  people  of  the  sky, 
And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High  ; 
Our  God,  who  now  his  right  obtains^ 
For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns  ; 

Ever,  ever,  ever,  ever, 

Ever  and  for  ever  reigns. 

The  Father  praise,  the  Son  adore* 

The  Spirit  bless  for  evermore  ; 

Salvation's  glorious  work  is  done, 

We  welcome  the  great  Three  in  One  ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcorne, 
Welcome  the  great  Three  in  One  1 

HYMN  CII. 

TIE  dies;  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo  I  Salem's  daughters  weep  around, 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground 
Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  I 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood  ! 
Come,  sinners,  view  your  Sa\iour  dead  ; 

And  weep  around  his  lonely  tomb  ! 
Your  hope,  your  joy  your  all  is  fied, 

For  ah  !  your  Champion's  overcome  1 

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A  conflict  with  the  pow'rs  of  hell 
Your  Saviour  did  for  you  sustain  ; 

He  nobly  fought,  but  ah  !  he  fell  ! 

Break,  hearts  of  flint !  the  Lamb  is  slain  1 

3  Here's  love,  and  grief,  beyond  degree. 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb : 

(The  tomb  in  vain  forbids  his  rise) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  I 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliv'rer  reigns; 
Sing  how  he  spoii'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  monster  death,  in  chains, 
Say  '•  live  for  ever,  wond'rous  king  1 

"  Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  ! 
Then  ask  the  monster — "  \v here's  thy  sting  ? 

"  And  where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ?" 

HYMN  CIU. 

1  TTOLY  Lamb',  who  thee  receive, 

Who  in  thee  begin  to  live, 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 
As  thou  art;  so  let  us  be  ! 

2  Jesus  see  my  panting  breast : 
See  I  pant  in  thee  to  rest  ! 

Gladly  would  I  now  be  clean, 
Cleanse  me  now  from  ev'ry  sin. 

3  Fix,  oh  !  fix  my  wav'ring  mind  ; 
To  thy  cross  my  spirit  bind  ; 

Earthly  passions  far  remove  : 
Swallow  up  our  soul?  in  love. 


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4  Dust  and  ashes  though  we  be, 
Full  of  guilt  and  misery, 

Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God  : 
Take  the  purchase  of  thy  blood  ! 

o  in  heart  on  thee  believes, 

th'  atonement  now  receives  : 
He  with  joy  beholds  thy  face, 
Triumph  in  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

See  ye  sinners,  see  the  flame 
Rising  from  the  slaughter'd  Lamb  ; 

Marks  the  new,  the  living  way, 

Leading  to  eternal  day  ! 

7  Jesu,  when  this  light  we  see, 
All  our  souls  athirst  for  thee  : 

When  thy  quick'ning  pow'r  we  prove, 
All  our  hearts  dissolve  in  love. 

8  Boundless  wisdom,  pow'r  divine, 
Love  unspeakable  are  thine  ! 

Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
Sons  of  earth,  and  hosts  of  heav'n. 

HYMN  CIV. 

Hotanna  to  Christ.  Matt.  xxi.  9.  Luke  xix.  38,  40. 

1  JXOSANNA  to  the  royal  Son 
*      Of  David's  ancient  line, 
His  nature's  two,  his  person  one, 

Mysterious  and  divine. 

2  The  root  of  David  here  we  find, 

And  offspring  is  the  same  ; 
Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our  Emmanuel's  name. 


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5  Blest  he  that  comes  to  wretched  man 
With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  : 
Hosanna's  of  the  highest  strain 
To  Christ,  the  Lord,  be  giv'n. 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refuse  to  take 

TV  hosanna  on  their  tongues, 
Lest  rocks  and  stones  should  rise,  and  br» 
Their  silence  into  songs. 

HYMN  CV. 

The  blessedness  of  Gosfiel  times.. 

1  TTOW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill  ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

0  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
H  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here/' 
3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for* 
And  sought,  but  never  found  1 
A  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  his  heav'nly  light  ; 

Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 

But  dy'd  without  the  sight  I 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  desarts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  : 


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Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN  CVL 

Christ's  dying  fove  ;  or,   our  fiardon  bought  at  a 
dear  firice. 

1   TTOW  condescending,  and  how  kind, 
Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  mis'ry  reach'd   his  heav'niy  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down 
^2   When  justice    by  our  sins  provok'd 
Drew  forth  its  dreadful  sword, 
He  gave  his  soul  up  to  the  stroke, 
Without  a  murmuring  word. 

3  He  sunk  beneath  his  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne  ; 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestow^ 
But  cost  his  heart  a  ..roan.] 

4  This  was  compassion  like  s  God, 

T^.at  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew, 

5  Now  though  he  reigns  exalted  high. 

His  love  is  still  as  ^reat  ; 
Well  he  rt. members  Calvary, 

Nor  let  his  saints  forget. 
[6  Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 

As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd, 
And  see  the  sorrows  ot  his  soul 

Bleed  through  his  wounded  side. 

[7  Here  we  receive  repeated  seals 
Of  Jesus'  dying  love  : 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
One  soft  affection  move,] 


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8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 
While  we  his  death  record, 
And  with  our  jey  for  pardon'cl  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 

HYMN  CVII. 

The  safety  and  protection  of  the  Church.    Is. 
1,2,3,4,5,6. 

i  TTOW  honourable  is  the  place, 
Where  we  adoring  stand, 
Zion  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 
The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
The  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made, 
Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 

S  Lift  up  the  everlasting  gates, 
The  doors  wide  open  fling  ; 
Enter  ye  nations  that  obey 
J  he  statutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  shall  yau  taste  unmingled  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Trust  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trust, 

And  banish  all  your  fears: 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells; 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

u   What  though  the  rebels  dwell  on  high*, 
His  arm  shall  bring  them  low  ; 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave, 
Their  lofty  heads  shall  bow. 


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7  On  Babylon  our  feet  shall  tread, 
In  th.^t  rejoicing  hour  ; 
The  ruins  ot  her  walls  shall  spread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

HYMN  CVIII. 

True  hafijiiness. 

1  TTOW  happy  is  the  Christian's  state  I 
[  His  sins  vie  all  forgiv'n  ; 

f   A  cheering  r::y  confirms  the  grace, 
And  lifts  his  hopes  to  heav'n. 

2  Though  in  the  rugged  path  of  life. 

He  heaves  the  pensive  sigh  ; 
Yet  trusting  in  his  God,  he  finds 
Deliv'ring  grace  is  nigh. 

3  If,  to  prevent  his  wand'ring  steps, 

He  feels  the  chast'ning  rod; 
The  gentle  stroke  shall  bring  him  back 
To  his  forgiving  God. 

A  And  when  the  welcome  message  comes 
To  call  his  soul  away  ; 
His  soul  in  raptures  shall  ascend 
To  everlasting  day. 

HYMN  CIX. 

A  firosfiect  of  the  Resurrection. 

1  TTOW  long  shall  death  the  tyrant  reign, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  just, 
While  the  rich  blood  of  martyrs  slain 
Lies  mingled  with  the  dust  ? 

When  shall  the  tedious  night  be  gone  I 
When  will  our  Lord  appear  ? 

Our  fond  desires  would  pray  him  down. 
0ur  love  embrace  him  here'. 


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3  Let  faith  arise,  and  climb  the  hiils, 

Anrl  from  afar  descry. 
How  distant  are  his  chariot  wheels, 
And  tell  how  fast  they  fly. 

4  Lo,  I  behold  the  scatt'ring  shades, 

The  dawn  of  heav'n  appears; 
The  sweet  immortal  morning  spreads 
Its  blushes  round  the  spheres. 

5  I  see  the  Lord  of  glory  come, 

And  flaming  guards  around  ! 
The  skies  divide  to  make  him  room, 
The  trumpet  shakes  the  ground. 

6  I  hear  the  voice  I  w  Ye  dead  arise  ;" 

And  lo,  the  graves  obey, 
And  waking  saints  with  joyful  eyes 
Salute  th'  expected  day. 

7  They  leave  the  dust,  and  on  the  wing 

Rise  to  the  middle  air, 
In  shining  garments  meet  their  King, 

And  low  adore  him  there. 
S  O  may  my  humble  spirit  stand 

Among  them  cloth'd  in  white  ! 
The  meanest  place  at  his  right  hand 

Is  infinite  delight. 

->  How  will  our  joy  and  wonder  rise, 
When  our  returning  King 
Shall  bear  us  homeward  through  the  skies. 
On  love's  triumphant  wing. 

HYMN  CX. 

Hap fiy  frailty. 


TTOW  meanly  dwells  th'  immortal  mind  ! 
How  vile  these  bodies  are  ! 


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Why  was  a  clod  of  earth  design'd 
T*  enclose  a  heav'nly  star  ? 

?  Weak  cottage  where  our  souls  reside, 
This  flesh  a  tott'ring  wall: 
The  frightful  breaches  gaping  wide, 
The  buildings  bend  to  fall. 

3  All  round  it  storms  of  sorrow  blow, 
And  waves  of  trouble  roll ; 
Cold  waves,  and  winter  storms,  beat  through* 
And  pain  the  tenant  soul. 

£  "  Alas,  how  frail  our  state  !"  said  I, 
And  thus  went  mourning  on, 
Till  sudden  from  the  cleaving  sky 
A  gleam  of  glory  shone. 

5  My  soul  all  felt  the  glory  come, 

And  breath'd  her  native  air  ; 
Then  she  remember'd  heav'n  her  home, 
And  she  a  pris'ner  here. 

6  Straight  she  began  to  change  her  key, 

And  joyful  in  her  chains, 
She  sung  the  frailty  of  her  clay 
In  pleasurable  strains. 

7  "  How  weak  the  pris'n  is  where  I  dwell ! 

"  This  flesh  a  tott'ring  wall  1 
"  The  breaches  cheerfully  foretel, 
11  The  house  must  shortly  fall. 

I  "'  Xo  more  my  friends,  shall  I  complain, 
u  Though  all  my  heart-strings  ake, 
u  Welcome  disease,  and  ev'ry  pain, 
14  That  makes  the  cottage  shake. 

5  "  I  have  a  mansion  built  above, 
"  By  the  eternal  hand. 


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"  And  should  the  earth's  old  basis  move, 

44  My  heav'nly  house  must  stand. 
10  tt  Yes ;  for  'tis  there  my  Saviour  reigns  ; 

44  (I  long  to  see  my  God) 
"  And  his  immortal  strength  sustains 

"  The  purchase  of  his  blood. 
)  1  "  Hark,  from  on  high  my  Saviour  calls, 

"  I  come,  my  Lord,  my  love  ; 
"  Devotion  breaks  the  prison  walls, 

11  And  speeds  my  last  remove." 

HYMN  CXI. 

Instruction  from  Scripture,  Ps.  cxix. 

Ver.  9. 
i   TTOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 
Ver.  ISO. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Ver.  105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heav'nly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
Ver.  99,  100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care. 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wiser  than  their  teachers  are. 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 


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Ver.  104,  113% 
Thy  precepts  make  mo  truly  wise  ; 

I  hate  the  sinner's  road  ; 
1  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Ver.  89,  90,91. 
'6  [The  starry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey. 
The  earth  maintains  her  place  : 
And  these  thy  servants  night  and  da} , 
Thy  skill  and  pow'r  express. 
7  But  still  thy  law  and  gospel,  Lord, 
Have  lessons  more  divine  ; 
Not  earth  stands  firmer  than  thy  word. 
Nor  stars  so  nobly  shine.] 

Ver.  160.  140,9,  116. 
S  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth, 
How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth 
And  well  support  our  age. 

HYMN  CXII. 

Faith  in  Christ  for  pardon  and  sanctifi  cation, 

1  TI*-)  VV  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 

Our  sin  how  deep  it  stains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  Sovereign  grace*, 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  ; 
Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 

And  trust  upon  the  Lord. 
*   My  soul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
T  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord  ; 

O  !  help  mine  unbelief* 


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[4  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Incarnate  God  !  I  fly; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King, 

My  reigning  sins  subdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  seat, 
With  all  his  hellish  crew.] 

6  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall  : 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  right'ousness, 
My  Jesus,  and  my  ail. 

HYMN  CXIII. 

God  holy,  just,  and  sovereign* 

\   TJO  W  should  the  sons  of  Adam's  race 
Be  pure  before  their  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  right'ousness, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 

I'll  make  no  more  pretence ; 
Not  one  of  all  my  thousand  faults 
Can  bear  a  just  defence. 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wise  ; 

What  vain  presumers  dare 
Against  their  Maker's  hand  to  rise, 
Or  tempt  th'  unequal  war  ? 
■i  [Mountains  by  his  almighty  wrath 
From  their  old  seats  are  torn  ; 
He  shakes  the  earth,  from  south  to  north. 
And  all  her  pillars  mouin. 
5  He  bids  the  sun  forbear  to  rise  ; 
Th'  obedient  sun  forbears: 


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His  hand  with  sackcloth  spreads  the  skie& 
And  seals  up  all  the  stars. 

6  He  walks  upon  the  stormy  sea  ; 
Flies  on  the  stormy  wind  : 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  way. 
Or  his  dark  footsteps  find.] 

HYMN  CXIV. 

The  works  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb,     Rev-  XV. 

1  TIOW  strong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  ! 

Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  ! 
Jesus,  how  sweet  thy  graces  are  ! 
Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ? 

2  He  has  done  more  than  Moses  did, 

Our  Prophet  and  our  King  ; 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  souh  ? 
And  taught  our  lips  to  sing. 
o  In  the  Red-sea  by  Moses'  hand 

TV  Egyptian  host  was  drown'd  ; 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  sins, 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 
4  When  through  the  desart  Israel  went, 
With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flesh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

.7  Moses  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
Yet  never  reach'd  the  place  ; 
But  Christ  shall  bring  his  followers  home, 
To  see  his  Father's  face. 
6  Then  shall  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 
And  feel  a  warmer  flame, 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  sotig 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lambw 
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HYMN  CXV. 

The  name  of  Jesus* 

TTOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ? 
It  sooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds* 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul ; 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

Dear  name  I  the  rock  on  which  I  build 

My  shield  and  hiding  place, 
My  never-failing  treas'ry  fiil'd 

With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

By  thee  my  pruy'rs  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defil'd  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 

And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

Jesus  1  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend; 

My  Prophet,  Priest  and  King; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end., 

Accept  the  praise  1  bring. 

Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought* 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought  1 

Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


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HYMN  CXYI 

Love  to  the  creatures  is  datigerou 

i    1_tO\V  vain  are  all  things  h^re  bel 
How  false,  and  yet  ho 
ch  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too. 
And  ev'ry  sweet  a  snare. 

[  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 
Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh. 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  fricri 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds. 
And  leave  but  half  for  God. 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour  1  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food  : 
And  grace  command  my  heart  awav 
From  all  created  good. 

HYMN  CXVII. 

The  wonders  of  redeeming  love. 

1  IIOW  wond'rous  are  the  works  of  God, 
Display'd  through  all  the  world  abroad 
Immensely  great !  immensely  small ! 
Yet  one  strange  work  exceeds  them  ?!' 


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J  He  form'd  the  sun,  fair  fount  of  light ; 
The  moon  and  stars  to  rule  the  night  ; 
But  night,  and  stars,  and  moon,  and  sun; 
Are  little  works  compar'd  with  one. 

3  He  roll'd  the  seas  and  spread  the  skies  ; 
Made  valiies  sink  and  mountains  rise  ; 
The  meadows  cloth'd  with  native  green  4 
And  tmde  the  rivers  glide  between. 

<i  But  what  are  seas,  or  skies,  or  hills, 
Or  verdant  vales,  or  gliding  rills  ; 
To  wonders  man  was  born  to  prove 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  love  ! 

5,  'Tis  far  beyond  what  words  express, 
What  saints  can  feel,  or  angels  guess  ; 
Angels,  that  hymn  the  great  I  Am, 
Fall  down  and  veil  before  the  Lamb. 

6  The  highest  heav'ns  are  short  of  this, 
'Tis  deeper  than  the  vast  abyss, 

'Tis  more  than  thought  can  e'er  conceive.,, 
Or  hope  expect,  or  faith  believe. 

7  Almighty  God  sigh'd  human  breath, 
The  Lord  of  life  experienc'd  death  ; 

How  it  was  done  we  can't  discuss ; 
But  this  we  know,  'twas  done  for  us. 

3  Blest  with  this  faith  then  let  us  raise 
Our  hearts  in  love,  our  voice  in  praise, 
All  things  to  us  must  work  for  good, 
For  whom  the  Lord  hath  shed  his  blood- 

9  Trials  may  press  of  ev'ry  sort; 

They  may  be  sore  ;  they  must  be  short : 
We  now  belieTe9  but  soon  shall  view, 
The  greatest  glories  God  can  shew. 


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HYMN  CXVIII 

\   J  AM,  saith  Christ,  the  way. 
Now  if  we  credit  him, 
All  other  paths  must  lead  astray 
How  fair  soe'er  they  seem. 

I  am,  saith  Christ,  the  truth. 

Then  all  that  lacks  this  test, 
Proceed  it  from  an  angel's  monti;. 

Is  but  a  lie  at  best. 

3  I  am,  saith  Christ,  the  life. 

Let  this  be  seen  by  faith, 
It  follows  without  further  strife  > 
That  all  besides  is  death. 

4  If  what  those  words  aver, 

The  Holy  Ghost  apply; 
The  simplest  Christian  shall  not  err. 
Nor  be  deceiv'd  nor  die. 

HYMN  CXIX. 

J    T   ASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow- 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace  \ 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

9  'Twus  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray  ; 
And  he,  I  trust,  has  answer'd  pray'x^ 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hop'd  that  in  some  favour'd  hour, 
At  once  he'd  grant  me  my  requ 


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And,  by  his  love's  constraining  pow 

Subdue  my  sins,  ?nd  give  me  rest. 
i   Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 
And  let  the  angry  pow'rs  of  hell 

Assault  my  soul  in  cv'ry  part. 
-5  Yea,  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  seemct 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe  ; 
Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd. 

Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

6  Lord,  why  i*  this  ?  I  trembling  cry'd  ; 

Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death  ! 
'Tis  in  this  way,  the  Lord  reply'd, 
I  answer  pray'r  for  grace  and  faithr. 

7  These  inward  trials  I  employ 

From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free,- 
To  break  thy  schemes  of  worldly  joy, 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me'. 

HYMN  CXX. 

PauV%    Voyage. 

>  TF  Paul  in  Caesar's  court  must  stand, 
He  need  not  fear  the  sea  ; 
Secur'd  from  harm  on  ev'ry  hand, 
By  tie  divine  decree. 

2  Although  the  ship  wherein  he  sail'd, 

By  dreadful  storms  was  toss'd  ; 
The  promise  over  all  prevaii'd, 
And  not  a  life  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  !  the  God  whom  Paul  -.dorM. 

Who  saves  in  time  of  need  ; 
Was  then  confess';]  by  ai!  on  board, 
A  present  help  indeed  ! 


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4  Though  neither  sun  nor  stars  were  seen. 

Paul  knew  the  Lord  was  near  ; 

And  faith  preserv'd  his  soui  serene* 

When  others  shook  with  fear. 

5  Believers  thus  are  tossM  ahout 

On  life's  tempestuous  main  ; 

But  grace  assures  beyond  a  doubt 

They  shall  their  port  attain. 

6  They  must,  they  shall  appear  one  day, 

Before  their  Saviour's  throne  ; 
The  storms  they  meet  with  by  the  way, 
But  make  his  power  known. 

r  Their  passage  lies  across  the  brink 
Of  many  a  threat'ning  wave  ; 
The  world  expects  to  see  them  sink, 
But  Jesus  lives  to  save. 

S  Lord,  though  we  are  but  feeble  worms, 
Yet  since  thy  word  is  past, 
We'll  venture  through  a  thousand  storms, 
To  see  thy  face  at  last. 

HYMN  CXXI. 

Before  Bafittem. 

1  TF  glorious  angels  do  rejoice 

When  sinners  turn  to  God, 

Let  us  unite  with  cheerful  voice 

To  spread  his  praise  abroad. 

2  When  Jesus  unto  Jordan  came, 

And  was  bapiiz'd  of  John, 
A  voice  from  heaven  did  proclaim 
'Til  my  beloved  Son. 

3  His  ministers  he  sent  about 

To  preach  the  word  of  gm« 


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And  to  baptize  the  world  throughout* 
Who  should  his  truth  embrace. 

4  Lord  we  have  here  before  your  eyes. 

Some  that  have  set  their  hands 
To  serve  thee,  and  to  be  baptiz'd 
As  thou  didst  give  command. 

5  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above. 

For  his  abounding  grace, 
In  this  the  token  of  his  love 
To  us  a  guilty  race. 

6  Let  us  employ  our  tongues  to  sing 

The  praises  of  the  Lord, 
For  calling  sinners  home  to  him 
By  his  all-pow'rful  word. 

HYMN  CXXIL 

The  ruin  of  Antichrist.     Is.  Ixiii.  4,  5,  6,  7, 

1  «  T  LIFT  my  banner,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  Where  antichrist  has  stood  ; 
u  The  city  of  my  gospel-foes 
"  Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 

2  "  My  heart  has  studied  just  revenge, 

"  And  now  the  day  appears, 
"  The  day  of  my  redeemed  is  come 
11  To  wige  away  their  tears. 

3  "  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown. 

"  And  bids  my  fury  go  ; 
"  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  shall  move* 
w  And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4  "  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain : 

"  Then  has  my  gospel  none  ? 


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li  Well,  mine  own  arm  lias  might  enough 

"  To  crush  my  foes  alone. 
3  "  Slaughter  and  my  devouring  sword 

u  Shall  walk  tne  streets  around; 
"  Babel  shall  reel  beneath  my  stroke, 

"  And  stagger  to  the  ground. " 
6  Thy  honour,  C)  victorious  King  ! 

Thine  own  right-hand  shall  raise, 
While  we  thy  awful  vengeance  sing, 

And  our  deliverer  praise. 

HYMN  exxm. 

Sight  through  a  glass>  and  face  to  face* 

1  T  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 

Through  which  my  Lord  is  seen, 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
Without  a  glass  between. 

2  O  that  the  happy  hour  were  come, 

To  change  my  faith  to  sight! 
I  shall  behold  my  Lord  at  home, 
In  a  diviner  light. 

3  Haste,  my  beloved,  and  remove 

These  interposing  days  ; 
Then  shall  my  passions  all  be  love, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  be  praise. 

HYMN  CXXIV. 

Kot  ashamed  of  the  gospel.     2  Tim.  i.  12. 

1   VM  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honour  ot  his  word, 
The  .gloiy  of  his  cross. 

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2  Jesus,  my  God!  I  know  his  name. 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands  -f 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

HYMN  CXXV. 

God  is  every  where. 

1  IN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try  . 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest. 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 

Before  they're  fornVd  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  O  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high I 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  ev'ry  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still. 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 


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To  guard  my  soul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  sov'reign  love. 

PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire. 

Forgotten  and  unknown? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  suppress  my  vital  breath 

To  'scape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  resign. 

8  If  wing'd  wTith  beams  of  morning-light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  west, 
Thy  hand  which  must  support  my  flight, 
Would  soon  betray  my  rest. 

9  If  o'er  my  sins  1  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
Those  flaming  eyes  that  gu  »rd  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

HYMX  CXXVL 

Prayer  for  deliverance  answered.    Is.  xxvi.  8 — 20- 

1  IN  thine  own  wrays,  O  God  of  love, 

We  wait  the  visits  of  thy  grace ; 
Our  souls  desire  is  to  thy  name, 

And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

2  My  thoughts  are  searching,  Lord,  for  thee; 

'Mongst  the  black  shades  of  lonesome  night; 


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My  earnest  cries  salute  the  skies, 
Before  the  dawn  restores  the  light. 

3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ; 
But  they  shall  see  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  scourges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Hark  !  the  eternal  rends  the  sky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
A  voice  of  music  to  his  friends, 
But  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes. 

5  Come  children,  to  your  Father's  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 
'Till  the  fierce  storm  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  cease. 

6  My  sword  stall  boast  its  thousands  slain. 
And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  soft  and  shady  wings. 

HYMX  CXXVIL 

At  a  marriage  soleinnity. 

1   IT  is  not  good,  Jehovah  said, 

For  men  new  form'd  to  be  alone  ; 
Then  of  his  rib  an  help-mate  m^de, 
And  man  and  wife  pronounc'd  but  one. 
3  From  near  his  he^.rt  this  rib  he  took, 
To  shew  the  favour  should  be  priz'd; 
Not  from  his  head  to  overlook  ; 
Nor  from  his  foot  to  be  despis'd. 
3  Beneath  his  arm  to  signify 

Wives  should  authority  disclaim, 
Arid  that  protection  und  supply 

Are  from  the  husbands  due  to  them. 


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I  Bless,  Lord,  this  newly-married  pair, 
And  make  the  match  a  blessing  prove 
Their  int'rest  one,  their  joys,  their  care, 
Made  happy  in  each  other's  love. 

5  May  each  to  each  an  help-mate  be, 

And  bend  their  necks  to  Jesu's  yoke  : 
Banded  to  seek  felicity 

With  Christ's  despised  little  flock. 

6  Should  olive  plants,  around  their  board, 

To  them  the  gift  of  heaven  be, 
Help  them  to  give  them  back,  dear  Lord; 
Help  them  to  bring  them  up  for  thee. 

7  Jesus  we  ask  thy  presence  here ; 

G  may  thy  face  upon  us  shine  ; 
Thy  goodness  more  our  hearts  can  chear 
Than  costliest  food  or  richest  wine. 

HYMN  CXXVIII. 

T  THAT  am  drawn  out  of  the  depth, 

Will  sing  upon  the  shore : 
I  that  in  hell's  dark  suburbs  lay, 

Pure  mercy  will  adore. 
I  The  terrors  of  the  living  God 

My  soul  did  so  affright ; 
I  fear'd  lest  I  should  be  condemn'd 

To  an  eternal  night. 

3  Kind  was  the  pity  of  my  friends, 

But  could  not  ease  my  smart ; 
Their  words  indeed  did  reach  my  case, 
But  could  not  reach  my  heart. 

4  Ah,  what  was  then  this  world  to  me, 

To  whom  God's  word  was  dark  I 
Who  in  my  dungeon  could  not  see 
One  beam  or  shining  spark. 
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5  What  then  were  all  the  creatures  smiles, 

Whjn  the  Creator  frown'  I  : 
M\  8  tys  were  nights,  my  life  was  death, 
My  being  was  my  wound. 

6  Tortur'd  and  rack'd,  with  hellish  fears, 

Lest  God  the  blow  should  give  ; 
Mine  eyes  di ci  fail,  my  heart  did  sink, 
Then  mercy  bid  me  live. 

HYMN  CXXIX. 

1  T'VE  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, 

\lv  heart  doth  sing  for  joy  : 
And  sing  I  must,  a  Christ  I  have  : 
O  what  a  Christ  have  I  ? 

2  Christ  is  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life, 

The  way  to  God  on  hi^h, 
Life  to  the  dead,  the  truth  of  types, 
Trie  truth  of  prophesy. 

3  Christ  is  a  Prophet,  Priest  and  King : 

A  Prophet  full  of  light, 
A  Priest  that  stands  'twixt  God  and  man, 
A  King  that  rules  with  might. 

4  Christ's  manhood  is  a  temple,  where 

The  altar  God  doth  rest  ; 
My  Christ,  he  is  the  sacrifice, 
My  Christ  he  is  the  Priest. 

6  My  Christ  he  is  the  Lord  of  loids, 
He  is  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Ke  is  the  Sijn  of  righi'ousness, 
\V  ith  healing  in  his  wings. 

6  My  C ui  1st,   he  is  the  tree  of  life, 
Which  in  God's  garden  grows; 


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Whose  fruit  does  feed,  whose  leaves  do  heal ; 
My  Christ  is  Sharon's  rose. 

7  Christ  is  my  meat,  Christ  is  my  drink, 

My  physic  and  my  health. 
My  peace,  my  strength,  my  joy,  my  crown, 
My  glory  and  my  wealth. 

8  Christ  is  my  father,  and  my  friend, 

My  brother  and  my  love  ; 
My  head,  my  hope,  my  counsellor, 
My  advocate  above. 

9  My  Christ,  he  is  the  heav'n  of  heav'ns. 

My  Christ  what  shall  I  call  ? 
My  Christ  is  first,  my  Christ  is  last, 
My  Christ  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN  CXXX. 

1  T  WANT  an  heart  to  pray; 

To  pray  and  never  cease  : 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 
Or  wish  my  sufferings  less. 

2  This  blessing  above  all, 

Always  to  pray,  I  want: 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 
And  never,  never  faint. 

2  I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single,  steady  aim, 
(Unmov'd  by  threatning  or  reward—) 
To  thee,  and  thy  great  name. 

4  A  jealous  just  concern, 

For  thine  immortal  pnvise  ; 
A  pure  desire,  that  all  may  learn 
And  glorify  thy  grace. 


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1  want  with  all  my  heart 

Thy  pleasure  to  fulfil  ; 
To  know  myself,  and  what  thou  art. 

And  what  thy  perfect  will. 
I  want,  I  know  not  what ; 

I  want  my  wants  to  see : 
I  want,  alas !  what  want  I  not, 

When  thou  art  not  in  me  ? 

HYMN  CXXXI. 

The  good  that  I  would  I  do  not. 

j"  WOULD,  but  cannot  sing, 
Guilt  has  untun'd  my  voice  ; 

The  serpent  sin's  envenom'd  sting 
Has  poison'd  all  my  joys, 

I  know  the  Lord  is  nigh, 

And  would,  but  cannot  pray  : 
For  Satan  meets  me  when  1  try, 

And  frights  my  soul  away. 
I  would,  but  can't  repent 

Though  I  endeavour  oft ; 
This  stony  heart  can  ne'er  relent 

'Till  Jesus  makes  it  soft. 

I  would,  but  cannot  love, 

Though  woo'd  by  love  divine ; 

No  arguments  have  pow'r  to  move 
A  soul  so  base  as  mine. 

I  would,  but  cannot  rest 
In  God's  most  holy  will ; 

I  know  what  he  appoints  is  best, 
Yet  murmur  at  it  still. 

Oh  could  I  but  believe! 
Then  all  would  easy  be ; 


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I  would,  but  cannot  ;  Lord  relieve, 
My  help  must  come  from  thee  I 

7  But  if  indeed  I  would, 

Though  1  can  nothing  do  ; 
Yet  the  desire  is  something  good, 
For  which  my  praise  is  due. 

8  By  nature  protie  to  ill. 

Till  thine  appointed  hour 
I  was  as  destitute  of  will, 
As  now  I  am  of  pow'r. 

9  Wilt  thou  not  crown,  at  length, 

T'te  work  thou  hast  bei<un  ? 
And  with  a  will,  afford  me  strength 
In  all  thy  ways  to  run. 

HYMN  CXXXIL 

Salvation,  righteousness,  and  strength  in  Christ. 

1  JEHOVAH  speaks,  let  Isrnel  hear, 
Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear, 
While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  Sov'reign  honours  ami  i  is  name6  : 

5  "  1  am  the  last,  and  I  the  fi>st, 

44  The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  just: 
44  There's  none  besides  pretends  to  shew 
44  Such  justice  and  Salvation  >oo. 

£3  "  Ye  that  in  shades  of  darkness  dwell, 
14  Just  e  n  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
44  Look  up  to  me  from  distant  lands, 
"Light,  life  and  heav'n,  are  in  my  iiands. 

4  "  I  by  my  holy  name  have  sworn, 
44  Noi  shall  the  word  in  vain  return, 
M  To  me  shall  all  tilings  bend  the  knee, 
44  And  ev'ry  tongue  shall  swear  to  me.] 


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3  u  In  me  alone  shall  men  confess 

"  Lies  all  their  strength  and  right'ousness  ; 
cc  But  such  as  dare  despise  my  name, 
"  I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  shame. 

6  "  In  me  the  Lord,  shall  all  the  seed 
M  Of  Tsr'el  from  their  sins  be  freed, 
M  And  by  their  shining  graces  prove 
i(  Their  int'rest  in  my  pard'ning  love." 

HYMN  CXXXIII. 

On  one  stone  shall  be  seven  eyes. 

1  JESUS  Christ,  the  Lord's  anointed, 

Who  his  blood  for  sinners  spilt; 
Is  the  stone  by  God  appointed, 
And  the  church  is  on  him  built; 

He  delivers 
All  who  trust  him  from  their  guilt. 

2  Many  eyes  at  once  are  fixed 

On  a  person  so  divine  ; 
Love,  with  awful  justice  mixed, 
In  his  great  redemption  shine : 

Mighty  Jesus  ! 
Give  me  leave  to  call  thee  mine, 

3  By  the  Father's  eye  approved, 

Lo,  a  voice  is  heard  from  heav'n, 
"  Sinners,  this  is  my  beloved, 
"  For  your  ransom  freely  giv'n : 

u  All  offences, 
For  his  sake  shall  be  forgiv'n." 

4  Angels  with  their  eyes  pursu'd  him 

When  he  left  his  glorious  throne; 
With  astonishment  they  view'd  hipij 
Put  the  form  of  servant  on ; 


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Angels  worshipp'd 
Him  who  was  on  earth  unknown. 

5  Satan  and  his  host  amazed, 

Saw  this  stone  in  Zion  laid  ; 
Jesus,  though  to  death  abased, 
Bruis'd  the  subtil  serpent's  head: 

When  to  save  us, 
On  the  cross  his  blood  he  shed. 

6  When  a  guilty  sinner  sees  him, 

While  he  looks  his  soul  is  heal'd; 
Soon  this  sight  from  anguish  frees  him. 
And  imparts  a  pardon  seal'd : 

May  this   saviour 
Be  to  all  our  hearts  reveal'd ! 

7  With  desire  and  admiration, 

All  his  blood-bought  liock  behold, 
Him  who  wrought  out  their  salvation. 
And  inclos'd  them  in  his  fold  : 

Yet  their  warmest 
Love  and  praises  are  too  cold. 

£  By  the  eye  of  carnal  reason 

Many  view  him  with  disdain ; 
How  will  they  abide  the  season 

When  he'll  come  with  all  his  train  ; 

To  escape  him 
Then  they'll  wish,  but  wish  in  vain. 

9  How  their  hearts  will  melt  and  tremble 
When  they  hear  his  awful  voice  ! 
But  his  saints  he'll  then  assemble, 
As  his  portion,  and  his  choice  • 

And  receive  them 
To  his  everlasting  joys. 


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HYMN  CXXXIV. 

1  TESUS  drinks  the  bitter  cup, 

The  wine-press  treads  alone! 
Tears  the  graves  and  mountains  up 

By  his  expiring  groan  : 
Lo  the  pow'rs  of  heav'n  he  shakes., 

Nature  in  convulsion  lies  ; 
Earth's  profoundest  centre  quakes  ; 

The  great  Redeemer  dies. 

2  Dies  the  glorious  cause  of  all, 

The  true  eternal  plan; 
Falls  to  raise  us  from  our  fall, 

To  ransom  sinful  man. 
Well  may  sol  withdraw  his  light, 

With  the  suff 'rer  sympathize  ; 
Leave  the  world  in  sudden  night, 

While  his  Creator  dies. 

3  O  my  God,  he  dies  for  me  ; 

I  feel  the  mortal  smart ! 
See  him  hanging  on  a  tree  ! 

A  sight  that  breaks  my  heart  1 
Oh  that  all  to  thee  might  turn  ! 

Sinners  ye  may  love  him  too  ; 
Look  on  him  ye  pierc'd,  and  mourn 

For  him  who  bled  for  you  ! 

4  Weep  o'er  your  desire  and  hope, 

With  tears  of  humblest  love  ! 
Sing,  for  Jesus  is  gone  up, 

And  reigns  enthron'd  above. 
Lives  our  head,  to  die  no  more, 

Pow'r  is  all  to  Jesus  giv'n  ; 
Worshipp'd  as  he  was  before, 

Th*  immortal  King  of  heav'n. 


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HYMN  CXXXT. 

Christ  and  Auron,  taken  from     Heb.  vii.  and  ix. 

1  TESUS,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 

A  thousand  glories  more 
Than  t  e  rich  gems  and  poiish'd  gold 
The  sons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  They  first  their  own  burnt-off'rings  brought. 

'1  o  purge  themselves  irom  sin  ; 
Thy  lite  was  pure  without  a  spot, 
And  all  thy  nature  clean. 

£3  Fresh  blood,  as  constant  as  the  day, 
\\  as  on  their  altar  spilt ; 
But  thy  one  oft'ring  takes  away 
For  ever  ail  our  guilt.] 

[4  Their  priesthood  ran  through  atVral  hands, 
For  mortal  was  their  race  : 
Thy  never  changing  office  stanu*, 
Eternal  as  thy  days] 

[5   Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 
V.  Ufa  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  thr  veil  appears 
Before  the  golden  throne. 

%  But  Christ  by  his  own  pow'rful  blood 
Ascends  above  the  skies, 
And  in  the  presence  en  our  God 
\\n  sacrifice.] 

7  Jesus,  the  King  of  glory    reigns 
On  Zic-n's  hec'v'nly  hill  ; 
Looks  like  a  I  nib  that  has  been  slain> 
And  wears  his  priestnood  still. 
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3  lie  ever  lives  to  intercede 
Before  his  Father's  face  : 
Give  him,  my  soul,  thy  cause  to  plead? 
Nor  doubt  the  Father's  grace. 

HYMN  CXXXVI. 

Christ  the  believer's  refuge  and  jiortion* 

1  TESU,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high: 
Hide  me,  oh,  my  Sav'our  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past : 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpkss  soul  on  thee, 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ; 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stty'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring, 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  oh  Christ,  art  all  I  want. 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unright'ousness  ! 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  i  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make,  and  keep  me  pure 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freeh'  let  me  take  of  thee. 


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Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 

HYMN  CXXXVII. 

1    TESUS,  my  all  to  heav'n.is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  1  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 

The  road  that  leads  from  banishment 
The  kind's  highway  of  holim  »s, 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  No  stran  rer  may  proceed  therein. 

No  iover  of  this  world  and  sin  ; 
No  lion,  no  devouring  care* 

No  sin,  nor  sorrow  shall  be  there. 

4  No  ;  nothing  may  go  up  thereon 

13ut  traveling  souls,  may  1  be  one  : 
Wayfaring  men  to  Canaan  bound, 
Shall  only  in  this  way  oe  found. 

5  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 

And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

6  The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 

I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the   more  ; 
Until  I  heard  my  Saviour  s 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  urn  the  way." 

7  Lo,  glad  I  come,  and  thou  blest  Lamb, 

Wilt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am ; 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give, 

Nothing  hut  love  would  1  receive. 
3  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 

What- a  dear  Saviour  1  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood 

And  say,  "  behold  the  way  to  God  1" 


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HYMN  CXXXVIII. 

1  JESUS,  the  only  thought  of  thee, 

With  sweetnebs  fi  Is  my  breast; 
But  sweeter  fjr  it  is  to  see, 
And  on  thy  beauty  feast. 

2  No  sound,  no  harmony  so  gay, 

Can  art  of  music  frame  ; 
No  thoughts  can  reach*  no  words  can  say 
The  sweets  of  thy  blest  name. 

3  Jesus  our  hope,  when  we  repent, 

Sweet  source  of  all  our  grace  ; 
Sole  comfort  in  our  banishment, 
O  !   what,  when  face  to  face  ! 

4  Jesus  !  that  name  inspires  my  mind 

With  springs  of  life  and  light  j 
More  than  1  ask  in  thee  I  find, 
And  lavish  in  delight. 

5  No  art,  or  eloquence  of  man, 

Can  tell  the  joys  of  love  ; 
Only  the  saints  can  understand 
What  they  in  Jesus  prove. 

£  Thee  then  I'll  seek  retir'd  apart, 
From  world  and  business  free  ; 
When  these  shall  knock  I'll  shut  my  heart, 
And  keep  it  all  for  thee. 

7  Before  the  morning  light  I'll  come, 

With  Magdalene  to  find 
In  sighs  and  tears,  my  Jesu's  tomb, 
And  there  refresh  my  mind. 

8  My  tears  upon  his  ^v^ye  shall  flow, 

My  sighs  the  garden  fill; 


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Then  at  his  feet  myself  I'll  throw. 
And  there  I'll  seek  his  will. 

9  Jesus,  in  thy  bless'd  steps  I'll  tread, 

And  walk  in  all  thy  ways  : 
I'll  never  cease  to  weep  and  plead. 
Till  I'm  restor'd  to  grace. 

10  O  King  of  love,  thy  blessed  fire 

Does  such  sweet  flames  excite  ; 
That  first  it  raises  our  desire, 
Then  fills  us  with  delight. 

1 1  Thy  lovely  presence  shines  so  clear 

Through  ev'ry  sense  and  way, 
That  souls  which  once  have  seen  thee  near, 
See  all  things  else  decay. 

12  Come  then  dear  Lord,  possess  my  heart, 

Chase  thence  the  shades  of  night ; 
Come  pierce  it  with  thy  flaming  dart, 
And  ever-shining  light. 
•  3  3  Then  I'll  for  ever  Jesus  sing, 
And  .with  the  saints  rejoice  ; 
And  both  my  heart  and  tongue  shall  bring 
Their  tribute  to  my  dearest  King, 
In  never-ending  joys.     Amen. 

HYMN  CXXXIX. 

Free  grace  in  revealing  Christ.     Luke  x.  21. 

1  JESUS,  the  man  of  constant  grief, 

A  mourner  all  his  days  ; 
His  Spirit  once  rejoie'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praise. 

2  Father,  1  thank  thy  wond'rous  love, 

That  hath  reveal'd  thy  Son, 
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To  men  unlearned  ;  and  to  babes 
Has  made  thy  gospel  known. 

3  The  myst'ries  of  redeeming  grace 

Are  hidden  from  the  wise  ; 
While  pride  and  carnal  reas'nings  join 
To  swell  and  blind  their  eyes. 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth 

His  great  decrees  fulfil, 
And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 
By  his  own  sovereign  will. 

HYMN  CXL. 

1  TESU,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord, 

The  weary  sinner's  friend  : 
Come  to  my  help,  pronounce  the  word, 
Bid  my  corruptions  end. 

2  Thou  canst  o'ercome  this  heart  of  mine, 

Thou  canst  victorious  prove  ; 
For  everlasting  strength  is  thine, 
And  everlasting  love. 

3  Thy  pow'rful  spirit  can  subdue 

Unconquerable  sin ; 
Cleanse  my  foul  heart,  and  make  it  new, 
And  write  thy  law  within. 

4  Bound  down  with  twice  ten  thousand  ties, 

Yet  let  me  hear  thy  call  ! 
My  soul  in  confidence  shall  rise, 
Shall  rise  and  break  through  all. 

5  Speak,  and  the  deaf  shall  hear  thy  voice, 

The  blind  his  sight  receive, 
The  dumb  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
The  heart  of  stone  believe. 


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6  The  jEthiop  then  shall  change  his  skin, 
The  dead  shall  feel  thy  pow'r  ; 
The  loathsome  leper  shall  be  clean. 
And  I  shall  sin  abhor. 

HYMN  CXLI. 

Christ  our  righteousness, 

1    TESU,  thy  blood  and  right'ousness, 
My  beauty  are.  my  glorious  dress  ; 
Midst  flaming-  worlds  in  these  array'd, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

J  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies  ; 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
11  Jesus  hath  liv'd,  hath  dy'd  for  me." 

3  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day, 
For  who  ought  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
Fully  through  these  absolv'd  1  am 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

4  Thus  Abraham  the  friend  of  Ood, 
Thus  all  the  armies  bought  with  blood, 
Saviour  of  sinners  thee  proclaim  ; 
Sinners  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 

5  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years  ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  grace  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

6  O  Jesu,  Christ,  all  praise  to  thee, 
That  thou  a  man  vouchsafe  to  be  ; 

And  for  each  soul,  which  thou  hast  made. 
Hast  an  eternal  ransom  paid. 

7  I  do  believe  if  sinners'  race 

Ten  thousand  times  more  numerous  was 


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Yet,  still  the  devil  had  his  full, 

'Tis  without  right  he  keeps  one  soul. 

S  Ah,  give  to  all  thy  servants,  Lord, 

With  pow'r  to  speak  thy  quick'ning  word, 
That  all  who  to  thy  wounds  will  flee. 
May  find  eternal  life  in  thee. 

9  Thou  God  of  might,  thou  God  of  love, 
Let  all  the  world  thy  mercy  prove  ; 
Now  let  thy  word  o'er  all  prevail, 
Now  take  the  spoils  of  death  and  hell. 

10  Q  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice  ; 
Now  bid  thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice  ; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  right'ousness. 

HYMN  CXLIL 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 

Of  wisdom,  love  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore : 

All  are  too  mean 

To  speak  his  worth, 

Too  mean  to  set 

My  Saviour  forth. 

2  But,  O  what  gentle  terms, 
What  condescending  ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  use 

To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 
Mine  eyes  with  joy 
And  wonder  see 
What  forms  of  love 
He  bears  for  me. 


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[3  Array'd  in  mortal  flesh, 
He  like  an  angel  stands, 
And  holds  the  promises 
And  pardons  in  his  hands  : 

Commission'd  from 

His  Father's  throne, 

To  make  his  ^race 

To  mortals  known.] 

[4     Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  shall  bless  thy  name  ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came  ; 

The  joyful  news 

Of  sins  forgiv'n, 

Of  hell  subdu'd, 

And  peace  with  heav'n.] 

[5     Be  thou  my  Counsellor, 

My  pattern,  and  my  guide  ; 
And  through  this  desart  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  side. 

O  let  my  feet 

Ne'er  run  astray  ; 

Nor  rove,  nor  seek 

The  crooked  way  1 
[%     I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
His  watchful  eyes  shall  keep 
My  wand'ring  sou*  among 
The  thousands  of  his  sheep  : 

He  feeds  his  flock, 

He  calls  th  ir  names, 

His  bosom  bears 

The  tender  iambs  ] 

[7     To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  cause  ; 
He  answers  and  fulfills, 
His  Father's  broken  laws. 


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Behold  my  soul 
At  freedom  set ; 
My  surety  paid 
The  d  re -id  fa  1  debt/] 

£8     Jesus,  my  great  Hi^h  Priest, 
Offei'd  his  blood  and  dy'd  ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 
No  sacrifice  beside. 

His  pow'rful  blood 

Did  once  atone  ; 

And  now  it  pleads 

Before  the  throne.] 
"9     My  Advocate  appears 

For  my  defence  on  high  ; 
The  Father  bows  his  ears. 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 

Not  all  that  hell 

Or  sin  can  say, 

Shall  turn  his  heart, 

His  love  away.] 
£10  My  dear  almighty  Lord  : 
My  conqu'ror  and  my  king, 
Thy  sceptre,  and  thy  sword> 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing. 

Thine  is  the  pow'r  ; 

Behold  I  sit 

In  willing  bonds 

Beneath  thy  feet.] 

Til  Now  let  my  soul  arise, 

And  tread  the  tempter  down; 
My  captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conquest  and  a  crown, 
A  feeble  saint 
Shall  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell 
Obstruct  the  way.] 


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12     Should  all  the  hosts  of  death, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  most  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mischief  on, 

I  shall  be  safe  ; 

For  Christ  displays 

Superior  pow'r 

And  guardian  grace. 

HYMN  CXLIII. 

1  TOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 

In  nature's  barren  soil  ; 
All  we  can  boast,  'till  Christ  we  know. 
Is  vanity  and  toil 

2  But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grace. 

And  made  his  glories  known  ; 
Their  fruits  of  heav'nly  joy  and  peace 
Are  found,  and  there  alone. 

3  I),  bleeding  Saviour,  seen  by  faith, 

A  sense  of  pard'ning  love, 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Give  joys  like  those  above. 

4  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  vail, 

To  know  that  God  is  mine  ; 
Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 
Unspeakable  divine. 

5  These  are  the  joys  that  satisfy, 

And  sanctity  the  mind  ; 
Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

6  No  more  believers,  mourn  your  lot. 

But  if  you  are  the  Lord's, 


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5  One  sacred  way  is  left  you  still, 
To  do  them  good  against  their  will : 
Here  they  can  no  obstruction  give  i 
3Qou  may  do  this  without  tneir  leave. 

i   Fly  to  the  throne  of  grace  by  pray'r, 
And  pour  out  all  your  wishes  there  : 
Effectual  fervent  pray'r  prevails* 
When  ev'ry  other  method  fails. 

HYMN  CXLVII. 

On  Mori  a 

\  TTIXD  souls  reflect  a  while  with  me, 
Upon  our  wretched  state, 
Plow  frail  our  life,  how  short  our  time* 
Our  miseries,  how  great. 

2  How  short  the  pleasures  earth  affords* 
How  transient,  and  how  few, 
Compar'd  with  heav'ns  eternal  joys, 
And  pleasures  ever  new. 

"*  Come  let  us  leave  the  things  of  eaitb. 
nose  pleasures  poisons  are,) 
And  naste  away  to  Canaan's  land, 
And  try  our  int'rest  there. 

4  Make  the  extended  skies  your  tomb, 

Let  heav'n  record  your  worth, 
For  know  :  vain  mortals  all  must  die, 
As  nature's  sickliest  birth. 

5  Would  bounteous  heav'n  indulge  my  pray? 

A  nobler  choice  I  frame, 
Than  here  to  be  esteem 
Or  gain  an  earthly  name. 


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a  But  in  thy  book  of  life  divine, 
My  God  !  inscribe  my  nanae: 
There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  the  slaughtered  Lamb. 
7  My  God  !  this  witness  let  me  have, 
Till  I  resign  my  breath, 
And  cheerfully  my  soul  shall  wait 
"  Till  it  is  freed  from  death." 

HYMN  CXLVIir. 

>  XT  NOW,  ve  that  are  of  Adam's  race, 

That  God  hath  call'd  you  by  his  grace  J 
And  has  proclairn'd  his  gospel  loud,       7/ 
For  to  give  warning  to  the  proud. 

2  Ye  youthful  vir.  ins  stop,  and  pause, 
And  think  upon  your  Sav'our's  laws  ; 

Let  not  your  life  which  God  has  lent, 
Alone  in  vanity  be  spent. 

3  Awake  to  thought !  ye  tender  souls, 
And  think,  alas  1  we  are  but  fools 

To  spend  our  time,  which  ends  in  strife, 
And  lose  this  glorious  scene  of  life. 

4  Your  life  to  God  must  be  resi^n'd  ; 
Your  mind  in  Jesus  be  confin'd  ; 

For  word  and  action  must  agree, 
If  Jesus  Christ  shall  set  you  free. 

5  That  servant  form  you  must  put  on, 

:  think  that  Christ's  before  me  gone, 
He  is  the  way,  the  truth  and  life. 
Therefore  forsake  this  world  of  strife. 

HYMN  CXLIX. 

A  welcome  to  Christian  friends. 

1  j^INDRED  in  Christ ;  for  his  dear  sake. 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 


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May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  only  he  can  give  ! 

2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  'tis  giv'n, 

To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name  ; 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heav'n, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 

3  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love  ! 

4  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus  ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 
Who  liv'd  and  dy'd  and  rose  for  us. 

5  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffer'd  for  us  here  below  ; 
The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

6  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We'll  love,  and  wonder  and  adore  J 
Lord,  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more  ! 

HYMN  CL. 

Blessings  of  the  gosfieL 

1  T  E  T  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice, 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Come  all  ye  hungry  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive,   witn  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind. 


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3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast  * 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  Dear  God  !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlasting  mines; 
Deep  as  our  helpless  mis'ries  are, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins. 

7  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

HYMN  CLI. 

Our  own  weakness,   and   Christ  our  strength, 
2  Cor.  xii.  7.  8,  9,  10. 

1  TET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 

Strength  shall  be  equal  to  the  day ; 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all-sufficient  grace. 

2  I  glory  in  infirmity 

That  Christ's  own  pow'r  may  rest  on  me ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong, 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 

All  sufferings,  if  my  Lord  be  there ; 
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Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  sustains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  he  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone ; 

When  new  temptations  spring  and  rise, 
We  find  how  great  our  weakness  is. 

5  So  Sampson,  when  his  hair  was  lost, 
Met  the  Philistines  to  his  cost ; 

Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  sad  surprize, 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  lost  his  eyes. 

HYMN  CLII. 

Our  frail  bodies,  and  God  our  preserver. 

1  TET  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 
^  Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 

But  we'll  confess,  O  Lord  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 

And  flourish  bright  and  gay  : 
A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone  ; 
Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long  ! 

4  But  'tis  our  God  supports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  built  us  first ; 
Salvation  to  th'  almighty  name, 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  dust. 
[5  He  spoke,  and  straight  our  hearts  and  brains, 
In  all  their  motions  rose, 
Let  blood,  said  he,  flow  round  the  veins, 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 


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6  While  we  have  breath,  or  use  our  tongues, 
Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more.] 

HYMN  CLIII. 

Christian  Love, 

1  T^ET  party  names  no  more 

The  Christian  world  o'erspread  ; 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free 
Are  one  in  Christ  thtir  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crown'd. 

3  Let  envy  and  ill-will 

Be  banish'd  far  away  ; 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell, 
\V  ho  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  ev'ry  heart  is  love. 

HYMN  CLIV. 

Love  and  Charity.   1  Cor.  xiii.  2.  7—12. 

1  TET  Pharisees  of  high  esteem 

Their  f*ith  and  zeal  decLre, 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
If  love  be  wanting  there. 

2  Love  suffers  long  with  patient  eye, 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  haste, 


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She  lets  the  present  inj'ry  die, 
And  long  forgets  the  past. 

[3   Malice  and  rage    those  fires  of  heli, 
She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
Hopes,  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
Though  she  endures  the  wrong  ] 
£4  She  ne'er  desires,  nor  seeks  to  know 
The  scandals  of  the  time  ; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  those  below, 
Nor  envies  those  that  climb.] 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by 

To  seek  her  neighbour's  good  ; 
So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 
And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  pow'r, 

In  all  the  realms  above  ; 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more, 
But  saints  for  ever  love. 


HYMN  CLV. 

Striving  to  praise  Christ, 

J^ET  us,  the  sheep  by  Jesus  nam'd 
Our  shepherd's  mercy  bless  ; 


Let  usv  whom  Jesus  hath  redeem'd, 
Shew  forth  our  thankfulness. 

Not  unto  us,  to  thee  alone, 
Be  praise  and  glory  giv'n  ; 

Here  shall  thy  praises  be  begun, 
But  carry'd  on  in  heav'n. 

The  hosts  of  spirits  now  with  thee, 

Eternal  anthems  sing ; 
To  imitate  them  here,  lo  !  we 

O  u  r  Mai  lei  uj  a  h  s  b r i ng. 


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4  Had  we  our  tongues  like  them  insph'd, 

Like  theirs  our  son^s  should  rise  ; 
Like  them  we  uever  should  be  tir'd, 
But  love  the  sacrifice. 

5  Till  we  this  veil  of  flesh  lay  down* 

Accept  our  weaker  lays  ; 
And  when,  C)  Lord,  we  reach  thy  throne, 
We'll  join  in  nobler  praise. 

HYMN  CLVL 

Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  restored. 

1  JET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice, 

Behold  the  promis'd  hour  ; 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 

Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 

And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  shall  how  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  sov'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  He  frets  the  souls  condemn'd  to  death, 

And  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  shan't  be  said.  u  that  praying  breath 
u  Was  ever  spent  in  vain." 


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6  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust,  and  praise  the  Lord. 

HYMN  CLVII. 

Judgment. 

1  T  O  !  he  cometh,  countless  trumpets 

Blow  before  the  bloody  sign  -y 
Midst  ten  thousand  saints  and  angelsf 
See  the  crucified  shine 

Hallelujah  I  hallelujah  !  hallelujah  1 
Welcome,  welcome,  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

2  Now  his  merit,  by  the  harpers, 

Through  th*  eternal  deep  resounds  ; 
Now  resplendent  shine  his  nail-prints, 
Ev'ry  eye  shall  see  his  wounds  ; 

They  who  piere'd  him,  they  who  piere'd 

him,  they  who  piere'd  him, 
Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 

3  Ev'ry  island,  sea  and  mountain, 

Heav'n  and  earth  shall  flee  away  ; 
All  who  hate  him,  must,  ashamed, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  : 

Come  to  judgment,  come  to  judgment* 

come  to  juCgment, 
Stand  before  the  Son  of  man, 

4  Saints  who  love  him,  view  his  glory 
*         Shining  in  his  bruised  face, 

His  dear  person  on  the  rainbow  ; 
Now  his  people's  head  shall  raise  : 
Happy  mourners,  happy  mourners, 

happy  mourners, 
Lo  !  in  clouds  he  comes,  he  comes  ! 
£  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 
See  in  solemn  pomp  appear ; 


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All  his  people  once  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air : 

Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  hallelujah  I 
Now  the  promisM  kingdom's  come. 

6  View  him  smiling,  now  determin'd 
Ev'ry  evil  to  destroy  ; 
AH  the  nations  now  shall  sing  him 
Songs  of  everlasting  joy  : 

O  come  quickly,  O  come  quickly, 

O  come  quickly, 
Hallelujah  !  come  !  Lord  come. 

HYMN  CLYIII. 

A  vision  of  the  kingdom  of  Christ  among  men* 

*   |   Oi  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  pass'd  away, 
And  tne  old  rolling  skies 

2  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

•  And  the  bright  armies  sing, 
"  Mortals  behold  the  sacred  seat 
"  Of  your  descending  King  I 

4  K  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

"  Removes  his  bless'd  abode  ; 
11  Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
"  And  he  the  loving  God 

fi  "  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 
44  From  ev'ry  weeping  eye  ; 
\p.d  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  andfeftrs, 
•v  And  death  itself  shall  8te." 


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6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long  ! 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swiftly  roun<i,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

HYMN  CLIX. 

1  T  O,  what  an  entertaining  sight 

Are  brethren  that  agree  ; 
Brethren    whose  cheerful  hearts  unite 
In  bands  of  piety  ! 

2  When  streams  of  love,  from  Christ  the  spring. 

Descend  to  ev'ry  scui  ; 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  sweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'dhis  Feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 

4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews, 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shews, 
And  makes  his  grace  distill. 

HYMN  CLX. 

1  f  OR  D  Christ  reveal  thy  holy  face, 

And  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  grace 
To  fill  our  hearts  with  fervent  zeal, 
To  learn  thy  truth,  and  do  thy  will. 

2  Lord  lead  us  in  thy  holy  ways, 

And  teach  our  lips  to  tell  thy  praise  ; 
Increase  our  faith,  and  raise  the  same 
To  taste  the  sweetness  of  thy  name* 

3  Till  we  with  angels  join  to  sing 
E'ternkl  praise  to  thee,  our  King  ; 


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Till  we  behold  thy  face  most  bright 
In  joy  and  everlasting  light. 

4  To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heav'n. 

HYMN  CLXI. 

Dismission. 

\  T  O  RD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  ; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  j 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 
O  refresh  us,  Sec. 
Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness* 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ! 
Ever  faithful,  &c. 
To  the  truth  may  we  be  found  ! 

3  So  whene'er  the  signal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven. 

Glad  the  summons  to  obey 
May  we  ever,  &c> 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day  1 

HYMN  CLXII. 

Original  and  actual  sin  confessed.. 

1  T  OR  D,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 


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Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 
2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death; 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  we're  denTd  in  ev'ry  part, 

S  [Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  Spirit  pure  and  true  : 
O  make  me  wise  betimes,  to  spy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean, 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

6  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  sufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow, 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

7  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  nor  ease; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 

HYMN  CLXIII. 


1   T  O  R  D,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love, 
When  men  oi  *pite  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 


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9  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below, 
'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know, 

'lis  all  they  seek  ;   they  take  their  shares, 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  sinners  value,  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  ; 

I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  right'ousness. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show : 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 

Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  i 

And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  controul 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

6  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  > 

Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprize 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

HYMX  CLXIV. 

The  Mysteries  of  Providence. 

I   TO  R  D,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways! 

How  blind  are  we,  how  mean  our  praise  ! 
Thy  steps  can  mortal  eyes  explore  i 
'Tis  ours  to  wonder,  and  adore, 

~  Thy  deep  decrees  from  creature  sight, 
Are  hid  in  shades  of  awful  night ; 
Amid  the  lines,  with  curious  eye, 
Not  angel  minds  presume  to  pry. 


us 

3  Great  God,  I  would  not  ask  to  see, 
What  in  futurity  shall  be  ; 

If  light  and  bliss  attend  my  days, 
Then  let  my  future  hours  be  praise. 

4  Is  darkness  and  distress  my  share  ? 
Then  let  me  trust  thy  guardian  care  ; 

Enough  for  me,  if  love  divine 

At  length  through  ev'ry  cloud  shall  shine. 

5  Yet  this  my  soul  desires  to  know, 
Be  this  my  only  wish  below  ; 

"  That  Christ  is  mine  !" — this  great  request 
Grant,  bounteous  God — and  I  am  blest. 

HYMN  CLXV. 

Conviction  of  sin  by  the  law.  Rom.  vii.  8,  9,  14,  24, 

1  T  O  R  D,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 

^  And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hope  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright, 

But  since  the  precept  came 
With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

[3  My  guilt  appearM  but  small  before, 

Till  terribly  I  saw 
How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 

Was  thine  eternal  law. 
4-  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load, 

My  sins  reviv'd  again, 
I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  slain.] 
5  Fm  like  a  helpless  captive  sold, 

Under  the  pow'r  of  sin  ; 


I4fi 

I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  conscience  clean. 

w  My  God,   I  cry  with  ev'ry  breath 
For  some  kind  powV  to  save, 
To  break  tne  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

HYMN  CLXVI. 

1  TORD;  I  believe  a  rest  remains 

To  all  thy  people  known, 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  lov'd  alone. 

2  A  rest  where  all  our  souls  desire 

Is  fixt  on  things  above  ; 
Where  fear  and  sin.  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  Oh  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 

Believe,  and  enter  in  ! 
Now  Saviour,  now  the  pow'r  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin  i 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart, 

This  unbelief  remove  ; 
To  me  th#  rest  of  faith  impart, 
The  sabbath  of  thy  love. 

5  I  would  be  thine  ;   thou  know'st  I  would, 

And  have  thee  all  my  own  : 
Thee,  oh  !  my  all-sufficient  good, 
I  want,  and  thee  alone. 

6  Thy  name  to  me,  thy  nature  grant  ! 

This,  only  this,  be  giv'n  : 
Nothing  beside  my  God  I  want, 
Nothing  in  earth  or  heav'n, 

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7  Come,  oh  my  Saviour,  come  away, 

Into  my  soul  descend  ! 
No  longer  from  thy  creature  stay, 
My  author  and  my  end  ! 

8  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

And  seal  me  thine  abode  ! 
-   Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lost, 
Let  all  be  lost  in  God. 

HYMN  CLXVII. 

For  the  Lord's  day  morning. 

1  TORDin  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
Tq  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

P  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  right?ousness  ! 
Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face*. 


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HYMN  CLXVIII. 

Longing  for  the  house  of  God. 

I*  O  R  D  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  ! 

To  thine  abode 

My  heart  aspires, 

With  warm  desires 

To  see  my  God. 
The  sparrow  for  her  young, 
With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest* 
And  wand'ring  swallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  rest : 

My  .spirits  faints 

With  equal  zeal, 

To  rise  and  dwell 

Among  thy  saints. 

O  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  constant  service  there  ! 

They  praise  thee  still  ; 

And  happy  they 

That  love  the  way 

To  Zion's  hill ! 

They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heav'n  appears  : 

O  glorious  seat, 

When  God  our  King 

Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  feet  i 


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HYMX  CLXIX. 

>   t  ORD,  thou  hast  planted  me  a  vine 
-*J   In  fertile  soil  ^nd  uir : 
Now  tend  and  water  rne  as  thine, 
And  make  me  still  thy  care. 

2  My  Christ  I'm  wholly  thine,  direct 

My  goings,  for  I'm  dark  ; 
O  may  my  constant  aims  be  right  I 
Thine  honour  be  my  mark  I 

3  Shall  Simon  bear  thy  cross  alone, 

And  other  saints  be  free  ? 
Each  saint  of  thine  shall  find  his  own, 
And  there  is  one  for  me. 

4  Whene'er  it  falls  unto  my  lot, 

Let  it  not  frighten  me  ; 
Nor  drive  me  from  my  gracious  God? 
But  bring  me  home  to  thee. 

5  O  happy  Christians,  be  not  loth 

To  have  a  coarser  fare  ; 
Saints  that  have  had  no  table-cloth 
Had  Christ  at  dinner  there. 

6  To  do  or  suffer  1  am  pleas'd, 

So  long  as  Christ  stands  by  ; 
Support  me  with  thy  constant  aid; 
Lest  all  thy  graces  die. 

7  Thy  way  is  to  the  upright  strength  ; 

Lord,  make  it  so  to  me, 
That  never  tiring  with  the  length, 
My  soul  may  reach  tp  thee. 


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HYMN  CLXX. 

An  Evening  fisalm* 

1  J^O  R  D,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray. 

;  I  am  for  ever  thine  ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  bus'ness  free, 

'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 

Willi  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  ev'ning  sacrifice, 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God  1  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace? 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

HYMN  CLXXI. 

The  presence  of  God  worth  dying  for, 

1  TORD,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 

To  see  thy  lovely  face, 
To  dwell  whole  ages  in  thy  sight, 
And  feel  thy  vital  rays. 

2  This  Gabriel  knows  ;  and  sings  thy  name 

With  raptures  on  his  tongue  ; 
Moses  the  saint  enjoys  the  same, 
And  heav'n  repeats  the  song. 

3  While  the  bright  nation  sounds  thy  praise. 

From  each  eternal  hill, 
Sweet  odours  of  exhaling  grace 
The  happy  region  fill. 


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-i  Thy  love,  a  sea  without  a  shore, 
Spreads  life  and  joy  abroad  ; 
O  'tis  a  heav'n  worth  dying  for 
To  see  a  smiling  God. 

5  Show  me  thy  face,  and  I'll  away 

From  all  inferior  things  ; 
Speak,  Lord,  and  here  I  quit  my  clay, 
And  stretch  my  airy  wings. 

6  Sweet  was  the  journey  to  the  sky 

The  wond'rous  prophet  try'd  ; 
"  Climb  up  the  mount  (says  God)  and  die  ;" 
The  prophet  climb'd  and  dy'd. 

7  Softly  his  fainting  head  he  lay 

Upon  his  Maker's  breast; 
His  Maker  kiss'd  his  soul  away, 
And  laid  his  flesh  to  rest. 

8  In  God's  own  arms  he  left  the  breath 

That  God's  own  Spirit  gave ; 
His  was  the  noblest  road  to  death. 
And  his  the  sweetest  grave, 

HYMN  CLXXII. 

The  frailty  and  shortness  of  life. 

1  J^O  R  D,  what  a  feeble  piece 

Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ? 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  first  ! 
And  ev'ry  month  and  ev'ry  day, 
'Tis  mouldering  back  to  dust. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  stay  : 


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Just  like  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight, 
We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea  : 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

HYMN  CLXXIII. 

The  firosjierity  of  sinners  cursed. 

1  TORD,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I, 

To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 
To  see  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  Pride  and  robes  of  honour  shine  I 

2  But,  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  1 

Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so: 
On  slipp'ry  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  the,m  boast  how  tall  they  rise, 

I'll  never  envy  them  again, 
There  they  may  stand  with  haughty  eyes, 
Tih  they  plunge  deep  in  endtess  pain. 

4  Their  fancy 'd  joys,  how  fast  they  ;:ee  I 

Just  like  a  dream  when  men  awakes  ; 
Their  songs  of  softest  harmony, 
And  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues. 

5  Now  1  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine, 

Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God, 


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HYMN  CLXXIV. 

1  TOR  Dj  we  come  before  thee  now, 

At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow : 
Oh  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain, 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion  now  descend  : 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay  ; 
Lord  we  know  not  how  to  go 
'Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  wor4, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

o  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mouKij, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 
Those  that  are  cast  down,  lift  up, 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hop,e4 

6  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  gracious  God  and  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free, 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee  ! 

HYMN  CLXXV. 

Salvation  by  grace.     Titus  iii.  3 — 7. 

Tl  "I   O  RD,  we  confess  our  num'rous  faults,. 
L  How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 

Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts. 

And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 
2  But  O  my  soul,  for  ever  praise? 

For  ever  love  his  name^ 


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Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways* 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame.] 
'3  'Tis  not  by  works  of  right'ousness, 
Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 
But  we  are  sav'd  by  sovereign  grace ; 
Abounding  through  his  Son.] 

4>  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 
That  all  our  hopes  begin  : 
'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  souls  are  wash'd  from  sin. 

5  'Tis  through  the  purchase  of  his  death, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Rais'd  from  the  dead  we  live  anewj 

And  justify'd  by  grace, 
We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 

HYMN  CLXXVI. 

Blessed  be  ye  floor,     Luke  vi.  2Q. 

I   TOR  D,  when  I  hear  thy  children  talk, 

(And  I  believe  'tis  often  true) 

How  with  delight  thy  ways  they  walk, 

And  gladly  thy  commandments  do. 
In  my  own  breast  I  look,  and  read 

Accounts  so  very  different  there, 
That  had  I  not  thy  blood  to  plead, 
Each  sight  would  sink  me  to  despair. 
3   Needy,  and  naked,  and  unclean, 
Empty  of  good,  and  full  of  ill, 
A  lifeless  lump  of  loathsome  sin, 
Without  the  pow'r  to  act  or  will, 
o 


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4  I  feel  my  fainting  spirits  droop  ; 

My  wretched  leanness  I  deplore, 
'Till  gladden'd  with  a  gleam  of  hope 

From  this,  "  the  Lord  has  bless'd  the  poor.'? 

5  Then  while  I  make  my  secret  moan, 

Upwards  I  cast  my  eyes  and  see, 

Though  I  have  nothing  of  my  own, 

My  treasure  is  immense  in  thee. 

6*  Still  may  I  keep  thy  love  in  view, 

Lean  there,  nor  envy  those  that  run  : 
Still  trust  to— not  what  I  can  do, 
But  what  thyself  hast  for  me  done. 

7  My  treasure  is  thy  precious  blood  ; 

Fix  there  my  heart:  and  for  the  rest, 
Under  thy  forming  hands,  my  God, 

Give  me  that  frame  which  thou  lik'st  best. 

HYMX  GLXXVIL 

1  T  O  1  he  comes  with  clouds  descending  \ 

Once  for  guilty  sinners  slain  ! 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 
Hallelujah  ! 
Alleluiah  !  Amen. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Ev'ry  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Hsav'n  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 


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All  who  hate  him  must  confounded 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day; 

Come  to  judgment  ! 
Come  to  judgment  !  come  away  ! 

4  Now  redemption  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  i 
All  his  saints  by  men  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air  ! 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear  ! 

5  Answer  thine  own  bride  and  Spirit  'y 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  gen'ral  doom  ! 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth  t'  inherit, 
Take  thy  pining  exiles  home : 

All  creation 
Travails,  groans,  and  bids  thee  come  1 

6  Yea  !   Amen  !  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Saviour,  take  the  pow'r  and  glory  : 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  ! 

O  come  quickly, 
Hallelujah  1  come,  Lord,  come  I 

HYMN  CLXXVIXI. 

Mercy  comes  to  the  miserable. 

1  A/jERCY  is  welcome  news  indeed, 

To  those  that  guiity  stand  : 
Wretches  that  feel  what  help  they  need. 
Will  bless  the  helping  hand. 

2  Who  rightly  would  his  alms  dispose » 

Must  give  them  to  the  poor  ; 


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None  but  the  Avounded  patient  know  a 
That  comfort  of  his  cure. 

3  We  all  have  sinn'd  against  our  God  ; 

Exception  none  can  boast : 
But  he  that  feels  the  heaviest  load, 
Will  prize  forgiveness  most. 

4  No  reck'ning  can  we  rightly  keep  ; 

For  who  the  sums  can  know  ? 

Some  souls  are  fifty  pieces  deep  ; 

And  some  five  hundred  owe. 

5  But  let  our  debts  be  what  they  may, 

However  great  or  small  ; 
As  soon  as  we  have  nought  to  pay. 
Our  Lord  forgives  us  all. 

6  'Tis  perfect  poverty  alone, 

That  sets  the  soul  at  large  ; 
While  we  can  call  one  mite  our  own, 
We  have  no  full  discharge. 

HYMN  CLXXIX. 

1   TyjESSIAH,  full  of  grace 
■*"       Redeem'd  by  thee  we  plead 
The  promise  made  to  Abra'm's  race 
To  souls  for  ages  dead. 

\2  Their  bones  are  quite  dry'd  up 
Throughout  the  vale  appear  ; 
Cut  off  and  lost  their  last  faint  hope 
To  see  thy  kingdom  here. 
.3  Open  their  graves,  and  bring 
The  outcasts  forth  to  own 
Thou  art  their  Lord,  their  God  and  King, 
Their  true  anointed  one. 


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4  To  save  the  race  forlorn 

Thy  glorious  arm  display: 
And  shew  the  world  a  nation  born, 
A  nation  in  a  day  ! 

HYMN  CLXXX. 

A       zng  and  a  dead  fait //,  collected  from  several 
Scrifitures. 

1  M ISTAKEN  souls  !  that  dream  of  heav'n, 
^       And  make  their  empty  boast, 

Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  slaves  to. lust. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead, 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 

To  Christ  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart ; 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  ; 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 

By  a  celestial  pow'r  ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 

[5  Faith  must  obey  her  Father's  will 
As  well  as  trust  his  grace, 
A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  still 
For  his  own  holiness. 

6  When  from  the  curse  he  sets  us  free, 

lie  makes  our  natures  clean, 
Ncr  would  he  send  his  Son  to  be 
The  minister  of  sin. 

7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 

Ar.cl  seals  our  peace  with  God; 
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Jesus  and  his  salvation  came 
By  water  and  by  blood.] 

HYMN  CLXXXI. 

1  A  jOURNING,  and  drooping,  here  I  lie 

Upon  this  earthly  clod, 
While  heav'nly  things  invite  my  eye, 
And  bring  me  to  my  God. 

2  Transported  with  a  glorious  view 

Of  God's  eternal  love, 

Unto  this  world  I  bid  adieu, 

And  long  to  be  above. 

3  There  all  the  saints  in  harmony 

Do  stand  for  evermore. 
And  to  a  vast  eternity, 

Their  glorious  Lord  adore. 

4  Hark  !  hark  !  methinks  I  hear  the  sound  ; 

Methinks  the  angels  sing; 
The  glorious  melody  goes  round, 
Which  makes  the  heav'ns  to  ring. 

5  The  saints  above  do  sing  a  song 

(In  a  melodious  strain) 
Which  doth  to  God  alone  belong, 
And  to  the  Lamb  once  slain. 

6  Wonder  and  love,  and  joy,  and  praise, 

Fill  all  their  happy  souls, 
While  the  vast  flood  of  sov'reign  grace 
Through  all  the  region  roils. 

7  The  saints  all  cloth'd  in  white  array, 

Their  Saviour's  praise  declare  ; 
Through  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 
There's  not  one  mourner  there. 

8  But  oh,  the  glory  of  the  place, 

No  mortal  tongue  can  tell ! 


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Where  they  behold  their  Saviour's  face> 
And  in  his  presence  dwell. 

9  Oh,  how  they  each  perform  their  parts, 

Through  all  the  happy  train  ! 
This  glorious  song  inspires  their  hearts, 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  once  slain  ! 

10  Amen,  they  cry,  amen,  amen. 

Thy  ways  oh  God  are  true  ; 
Blessing,  and  glory,  wisdom,  and 
Thanksgiving  is  thy  due. 

1 1  Honour  and  pow'r,  and  endless  might, 

Be  giv'n  to  thee,  oh  Lord  ! 
In  this  sweet  song  they  all  unite, 
And  sing  with  one  accord. 

12  Oh,  how  the  bending  seraphs  join 

To  praise  the  God  above  ! 
While  all  the  saints,  in  notes  divine, 
Do  sing  redeeming  love. 

13  Worthy,  oh  Lord,  worthy  art  thou 

To  wear  the  glorious  crown  ; 
So  all  the  saints  in  glory  bow, 
And  cast  their  di'dems  down. 

14  The  song  eternally  goes  round, 

To  him  that  made  the  sky, 
I'm  lost,  I'm  lost,  to  view  the  bound 
Of  vast  eternity. 

15  When  there  have  past  more  million  years 

Than  sands  upon  the  shore; 
The  saints  above  will  have  no  fears 
That  the  blest  space  is  o'er. 

16  If  all  the  drops  in  oceans  wide 

Were  to  be  number'd  o'er, 


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And  then  by  millions  multiply'd, 
And  twice  as  many  more. 

17  And  then  as  many  years  should  pass 

As  water  drops  in  all  ; 
Or  grains  of  sand,  or  spires  of  grass, 
Upon  this  earthly  ball. 

18  Then  adds  as  many  millions  more 

As  stars  that  fill  the  sky  ; 
Then  all  that  number  doubled  o'er 
Can't  meet  eternity. 

19  Eternity  will  still  remain; 

'Twill  be  eternity  ; 
The  song  of  God  the  Three  in  One 
Will  last  eternally, 

20  Who  can  describe  the  blessedness 

Of  pleasure  ever  new  ? 
I  long  the  glory  to  possess, 
And  bid  all  sin  adieu. 

2 1  Farewell  my  friends,  1  long  to  go  : 

Adieu  death*  sorrow,  pain, 
Adieu  to  fears,  adieu  to  woe  ; 
And  welcome  endless  gain. 

2-2  Oh,  how  my  soul  doth  long  to  quit 
This  earth,  and  soar  away  ! 
Oh  Jesus,  if  it  is  most  fit, 
Let  not  thy  chariot  stay. 

23  Come  take  my  longing  spirit  up. 
To  dwell  with  thee  above  ; 
I  long  with  thee,  my  Lord,  to  sup 
On  everlasting  love. 

34  The  time  seems  long  till  thou  dost  bring 
My  soul  unto  that  place, 
Where  1  thy  praise  shall  ever  sing, 
And  rest  in  thine  embrace. 


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HYMN  CLXXX1I. 

Complaining  of  Spiritual  sloth. 

A  lY  drowsy  pow'rs,  why  sleep  ye  sc? 

Awake  my  sluggish  soul  1 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain, 

Labour,  and  tug  and  strive  ; 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  I 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move  ; 
We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above. 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labour'd  for  our  good, 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown, 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts  ! 
Come,  holy  dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hillj 
And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  shall  our  active^  spirits  move, 

Upwards  our  souls,  shall  rise  : 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

HYMN  CLXXXIII. 

Watchfulness  and  brotherly  reproof* 

1   \1  Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

Like  morning  incense  in  thine  house,; 


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And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise, 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  sacrifice. 

3  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  rash  and  heedless  word  ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guiity  path  where  sinners  lead. 

3  O  may  the  right'ous,  when  I  stray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  prest  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove, 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

HYMN  CLXXXIV. 

1  "Vf  Y  God  I  am  thine  ; 

'Tis  comfort  divine, 
To  know  that  the  Sav'our  of  sinners  is  mine. 

2  In  the  heav'nly  Lamb 
Thrice  happy  I  am ; 

My  heart  doth  rejoice  at  the  sound  of  his  name. 

3  True  pleasures  abound 
In  the  rapt'rous  sound; 

Whoever  hath  found  it,  hath  paradise  found. 

4  My  Jesus  to  know, 
And  feel  his  biood  flow, 

'Tis  life  everlasting,  'tis  heaven  below. 

5  Yet  onward  I  haste 
To  the  heav'nly  feast: 

That,  that  is  the  fulness  ;  but  this  is  the  taste, 


16/ 

6  And  this  I  shall  prove, 
'Till  glad  I  remove 
To  the  Heaven  of  heavens  in  Jesus's  love. 

HYMN  CLXXXV. 

Human  weakness  owned, 

1  ]y{Y  Lord,  how  great's  the  favour  ! 

That  I  a  sinner  poor, 
Can  through  thy  blood's  sweet  savour 

Approach  thy  mercy's  door : 
And  find  an  open  passage 

Unto  the  throne  of  grace  ; 
There  wTait  the  welcome  message, 

That  bids  me  go  in  peace. 

2  Lord,   I'm  an  helpless  creature^ 

Full  of  the  deepest  need  ; 
Throughout  defil'd  by  nature 

Stupid,  and  inly  dead  : 
My  strength  is  perfect  weakness, 

And  all  I  have  is  sin, 
My  heart  is  all  uncleanness, 

A  den  of  thieves  within. 

3  In  this  forlorn  condition, 

AY  ho  shall  afford  me  aid  ? 
Where  shall  I  find  compassion 

But  in  the  church's  head  ? 
Jesus  thou  art  all  pity, 

O  take  me  to  thine  arms, 
And  exercise  thy  mercy, 
•  To  save  me  from  all  harms. 

1  I'll  never  cease  repeating 

My  numberless  complaints  ; 
But  ever  be  intreating 

Tbe  glorious  King  of  saints, 


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'Till  I  attain  the  image 

Of  him  I  inly  love ; 
And  pay  my  grateful  homage 

With  all  the  saints  above. 

5  Then  I,  with  all  in  glory, 

Will  thankfully  relate 
IV  amazing  pleasing  story 

Of  Jesu's  love  so  great; 
In  this  blest  contemplation 

I  ever  shall  he  well ; 
And  prove  such  consolation? 

As  none  below  can  tell. 

HYMN  CLXXXVI. 

A  thought  of  death  and  glor:  . 

1   TyiY  soul  come  meditate  the  day, 
And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clav. 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 
[2  And  you  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 
The  hollow  gaping  tomb : 
This  gloomy  prison  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  summons  come.] 

3  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  stead  ; 
Then  would  your  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead. 

4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  How  we  should  scorn  these  clothes  of  flesh, 

These  fetters,  and  this  load  ; 


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And  long  for  ev'ning  to  undress, 

That  we  may  rest  with  God. 

6  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 

Before  the  summons  come, 

And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

HYMN  CLXXXVII. 

A  song  of  firazse  for  the  Holy  Ghost. 

1  \/[Y  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 

My  spirit  doth  rejoice 
In  God  my  Saviour,  and  my  God  ; 
I  hear  his  joyful  voice. 

2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joys, 

I  have  a  feast  at  home  ; 
My  sighs  are  turned  into  songs, 
The  Comforter  is  come. 

3  Down  from  above  the  blessed  dove* 

Is  come  into  my  breast, 
'  To  witness  God's  eternal  love  ; 
This  is  my  heav'nly  feast. 

4  This  makes  me  Abba,  Father  !  cry, 

With  confidence  of  soul  ; 
This  makes  me  cry,  my  Lord,  my  God, 
And  that  without  controul. 

5  There  is  a  stream  that  issues  forth 

From  God's  eternal  throne, 
And  from  the  Lamb,  a  living  stream, 
Clear  as  the  crystal  stone. 

6  The  stream  doth  water  paradise, 

It  makes  the  angels  sing  ; 
One  cordial  drop  revives  my  heart. 
Hence  all  my  joys  do  spring. 
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Y  Such  joys  as  are  unspeakable, 
And  full  of  glory  too  ; 
Such  hidden  manna,  hidden  pearls, 
As  worldlings  do  not  know. 

8  Eye  has  not  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 

From  fancy  'tis  conceal'd 
What  thou  Lord  hast  laid  up  for  thine. 
And  hast  to  me  reveal'd. 

9  I  see  thy  face,  I  hear  thy  voice, 

I  taste  thy  sweetest  love  : 
My  soul  doth  leap,   but  oh,  for  wings  : 
The  wings  of  Noah's  dove. 

10  Then  would  I  fly  far  hence  away, 

Leaving  this  world  of  sin  ; 
Then  would  my  Lord  put  forth  his  hand, 
And  kindly  take  me  in. 

11  Then  would  my  soul  with  angels  feast, 

On  joys  which  always  last ; 
Blest  be  my  God,  the  God  of  joy, 
Who  gives  me  here  a  taste. 


HYMN  CLXXXVIII 

Submission  to  afflictive  providences. 

I  ^TAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came. 
And  crept  to  life  at  first, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 

%  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
\nd  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favours  borro^v'd  now? 
To  be  repaid  anon. 


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3  'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave : 
He  gives,  (and  blessed  be  his  name  !) 
He  takes  but  \f  hat  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions  then  i 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent  at  his  Sov'reign  will, 
And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praises  shall  i>e  spread,    . 
And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 

HYMN  CLXXXIX. 

Heaven  invisible  and  holy.    1  Cor.  ii.  9,  10.  Rev, 
xxi.  27. 

1  ^OR  eye  has  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard, 

Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepar'd 
.  For  those  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  : 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss, 

4  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame  ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb, 


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5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 
There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  shall  strive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground. 

HYMN  CXC. 

The  misery  of  being  without  God  in  thit  world ; 
or,    Vain  prosperity. 

1  TSfO,  I  shM  envy  them  no  more, 

Who  grow  profanely  great? 
Thou-h  they  increase  their  golden  store,. 
And  rise  to  wond'rous  height. 

2  They  taste  of  all  the  joys  that  grow 

Upon  this  earthly  clod! 
Well,  they  may  search  the  creature  through, 

For  they  have  ne'er  a  God. 
-3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 

And  think  your  life  your  own  ; 
But  death  comes  hast'ning  on  to  you, 

To  mow  your  glory  down. 

4  Yes  ;  you  must  bow  your  stately  head, 

Away  your  spirit  flies, 
And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed, 
To  bear  it  to  the  skies. 

5  Go  now,  and  boast  of  all  your  stores, 

And  tell  how  bright  they  shine  ; 
Your  heaps  oi  glitt'ring  dust  are  yours,. 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine. 

HYMN  CXCL 

Charity  and  uncharitableness. 

I  ^OT  diff  'rent  food  nor  diff  'rent  dress, 
"*"      Compose  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord;. 
But  peace  and  joy  and  right'ousness, 
Faith  and  obedience  to  his  word. 


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2  When  weaker  Christians  we  despise 
We  do  the  gospel  mighty  wrong  : 
For  God,  the  gracious  and  the  wise, 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  strong'. 

3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  banish'd  hence* 
Meekness  and  love  our  souls  pursue  ; 
Nor  shall  our  practice  give  offence 

To  saints,  the  Gentile  or  the  Jew. 


HYMN  CXCII. 

The  song  of  Zacharias^  and  the  message  of  Join: 
the  Baptist  :  or,  Light  and  salvation  of  Jesus 
Christ.     Luke  i.  68,  5cc     John  i.  29,  32. 

1  J^OW  be  the  God  of  Isra'l  bless'd, 

Who  makes  his  truth  appear  ; 
His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word, 
And  all  the  oaths  he  sware. 

2  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root 

With  blessings  from  the  skies; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promise  grow. 
The  promis'd  horn  arise. 

[3  John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 
To  go  before  his  face, 
The  herald  which  our  Saviour-God 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

4  He  makes  the  great  salvation  known, 

He  speaks  of  pardon'd  sins  ; 
While  grace  divine,  and  heav'nly  love 
In  its  own  glory  shines. 

5  u  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  he  cries, 

"  That  takes  our  guilt  away  ; 
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"  I  saw  the  Spirit  o'er  his  head 
"  On  his  baptizing  day.] 

6  "  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high, 

"  Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low  ; 
"  The  proud  must  stoop,  and  humble  souls 
"  Shall  his  salvation  know. 

7  "  The  heathen  realms  with  Israel's  land 

11  Shall  join  in  sweet  accord  ; 
"  And  all  that's  born  of  man  shall  see 
"  The  glory  of  the  Lord. 

8  M  Behold  the  morning-star  arise, 

u  Ye  that  in  darkness  sit ; 
"  He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
"  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

HYMN  CXCIII. 

Be  deeming-  love. 

1  VTOW  begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesu's  name  ; 

Ye,  who  Jesu's  kindness  prove, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 
"2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 

Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face  ; 

As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 

Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  ail  your  guilty  fears ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Canceli'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  deatk  and  sin  ; 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop— and  taste  redeeming  love. 


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5  Welcome  all  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  all  to  Jesus  Christ ; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

$  He  subdu'd  th'  infernal  pow'rs, 
His  tremendous  foes  and  ours, 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove, 
Mibhty  in  redeeming  love. 

7  Hither  then  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string : 
Mortals  join  the  hosts  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  CXCIV. 

Love  and  Hatred. 

1  >JOW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God, 

His  sharp  distress,  his  sore  complaiats, 
By  his  last  groans,  his  dying  blood, 
'   I  charge  my  soul  to  love  the  saints. 

2  Clamour  and  wrath  and  war  be  gone,    - 
Envy  and  spite  for  ever  cease  ; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Among  the  saints,  the  sons  of  peace. 

3  The  Spirit  like  a  peaceful  dove 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strife  : 
Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  seds  our  souls  to  heav'nly  life  t 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts; 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  : 
So  God  forgives  ou*  num'rous  f.ults, 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  his  Son.- 


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HYMN  CXCV. 

New  year's  clay. 

>  XTOYvr,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal) 
And  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone ! 

2  Help  us  to  venture  near  thy  throne > 

And  plead  a  Saviour's  name  ; 
For  all  that  we  can  call  our  own, 
Is  vanity  and  shame. 

3  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin 

May  mercy  set  us  free  ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

4  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more  ; 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love 
Who  never  lov'd  before. 

5  And  when  before  thee  we  appear 

In  our  eternal  home  ; 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 

HYMN  CXCYI. 

An  evening  song. 

\   XTOW  from  the  altar  of  my  heart, 
Let  incense  flames  arise, 
Assist  me  Lord  to  offer  up 
Mine  evening  sacrifice. 
2  Awake,  my  love  ;  awake,  my  joy; 
Awake,  my  heart  and  tongue  ■■; 


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Sleep  not  when  mercies  loudly  call  ; 
Break  forth  into  a  song. 

3  Man's  life's  a  book  of  history, 

The  leaves  thereof  are  days  ; 
The  letters  mercies  closely  join'd, 
The  title  is  thy  praise. 

4  This  day  was  God  my  sun  and  shield, 

My  keeper  and  my  guide ; 
His  tender  care  o'er  me  was  shown, 
His  mercies  multiply'd. 

5  Minutes  and  mercies  multiply'd 

Have  made  up  all  this  day  ; 
Minutes  came  quick  ;  but  mercies  were 
More  fleet  and  free  than  they. 

6  New  time,  new  favour  and  new  joys, 

New  songs  of  praise  require  ; 
Till  I  shall  praise  thee  as  1  would* 
Accept  my  heart's  desire. 

7  Lord  of  my  time,  whose  hand  hath  set 

New  time  upon  my  score, 
•  Thee  shall  I  praise  for  all  my  time, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

HYMN  CXCVII. 

1  'W'OW  from  the  garden  to  the  cross, 

Let  us  attend  the  Lamb  of  God  ; 
Be  all  things  else  accounted  dross, 
Compar'd  with  sin-atoning  blood* 

2  See  how  the  patient  Jesus  stands, 

Insulted  in  his  lowest  case  ; 
Sinners  have  bound  th'  almighty's  hands  4 
And  spit  in  their  Creator's  face. 

3  With  thorns  his  temples  gor'd  and  gash'd, 

Send  streams  of  blood  from  ev'ry  part : 


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His  back's  with  knotted  scourges  lash' cl ; 
But  sharper  scourges  tear  his  heart. 

4  Nail'd  naked  to  th'  accursed  wood  ; 

Expos'd  to  earth,  and  heav'n  above, 
A  spectacle  of  wounds  and  blood  ; 
A  prodigy  of  injur'd  love  ! 

5  Hark  how  his  doleful  cries  affright 

Affected  angels,  while  they  view  ; 
His  friends  forsook  him  in  the  night  ; 

And  now  his  God  forsakes  him  too. 
d  Oh  what  a  field  of  battle's  here  ! 

Vengeance  and  love  their  pow'rs  oppose  : 
Never  was  such  a  mighty  pair ; 

Never  were  too  such  desp'rate  foes. 

7  Behold  that  pale,  that  languid  face, 

That  drooping  head,  those  cold  dead  eyes  ! 
Behold,  in  sorrow  and  disgrace, 

Our  conqu'ring  heroe  hangs  and  dies  ! 

$  Ye  that  assume  his  sacred  name, 

Now  tell  me,  what  can  all  this  mean  ? 
What  was  it  bruis'd  God's  harmless  Lamb  ! 
What  was  it  pierc'd  his  soul,  but  sin  ? 
9  Blush,  Christian,  blush  ;   let  shame  abound, 
If  sin  affects  thee  not  with  woe, 
Whatever  spirit's  in  thee  found, 

Christ's  Spirit  thou  didst  never  know. 

HYMN  CXCVIII. 

Love  on  a  cross,  and  a  throne, 

I   VOW  let  my  faith  grow  strong,  and  rise, 
And  view  my  Lord  in  all  his  love  ; 
Look  back  to  hear  his  dying  cries, 
Then  mount  and  see  his  throne  above. 


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2  See  where  he  languished  on  the  cross  ; 

Beneath  my  sins  he  groan'd  and  dy'd ; 
See  where  he  sits  to  plead  my  cause, 
By  his  Almighty  Father's  side. 

3  If  I  behold  his  bleeding  heart, 

There  love  in  floods  of  sorrow  reigns, 
He  triumphs  o'er  the  killing  smart, 
And  buys  my  pleasure  with  his  pains. 

4  Or  if  I  climb  th'  eternal  hills, 

Where  the  dear  Conqu'ror  sits  enthronM, 
Still  in  his  heart  compassion  dwells, 
Near  the  memorials  of  his  wound. 

5  How  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  show 

How  much  I  love  my  Saviour  God  ? 
Lord  here  I  banish  ev'ry  foe, 

I  hate  the  sins  that  cost  thy  blood. 

6  I  hold  no  more  commerce  with  hell, 

My  dearest  lusts  shall  all  depart ; 
But  let  thine  image  ever  dwell 
Stampt  as  a  seal  upon  my  heart. 

HYMN  CXCIX. 

The  agonies  of  Christ. 

i   MOW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
Our  sufPrings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
When-  Lord,  compar'd  with  thine. 

2  In  lively  figures  here  we  see 
The  bleeding  Prince  of  love  ; 
Each  of  us  hope,  he  dy'd  for  me, 
And  then  our  eriefs  remove. 


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[3  Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rise, 
While  sitting  round  his  board  ; 
And  back  to  calvary  she  flies, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

3  His  soul,  what  agonies  it  felt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew  ; 
And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too. 

5  But  the  divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  bear : 
Dying,  he  conquer'd  hell  and  sin, 
And  made  his  triumph  there.] 

6  Grace,  wisdom,  justice,  join'd  and  wrought 

The  wonders  of  that  day  ! 
No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 
Can  equal  thanks  repay. 

7  Our  hymns  should  sound  like  those  above, 

Could  we  our  voices  raise  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  shall  all  be  love, 
And  all  our  lives  be  praise. 

HYMN  CC. 

Christ's  sufferings  and  exaltation. 

1  VOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 

The  dying  sorr©ws  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  of  blood, 
As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 

2  Th*e  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  shook   their  heads  and  lau^h'd  in  scorn  ; 
"  He  rescu'd  others  from  the  grave, 
"  Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save." 


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3  U  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
"  God  was  his  father  and  his  friend ; 
"If  God  the  blessed  lov'd  him  so, 

"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now?" 

4  Barbarous  people  !  cruel  priests  ! 

How  they  stood  round  like  savage  beasts  ; 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  pow'r. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  dy'd. 

6  But  God,  his  Father,  heard  his  cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high ; 
The  nations  leani  his  right'ousness, 
And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace. 

HYMN  CCL 

Parting  ivith  friends. 

1  XJ"@W  Lord,  though  we  must  part  awhile, 

Upon  the  heav'nly  road; 
Yet  let  thy  face  upon  us  smile, 
And  keep  us  near  our  God. 

2  And  if  on  earth  again  we  meet, 

Lord  let  us  meet  with  thee ; 
And  let  thy  gracious  presence  sweet 
From  bondage  set  us  free. 

3  This,  only  this  we  humbly  crave, 

While  earth  is  our  abode, 
That  we  with  Christ  and  saints  may  have 
Communion  on  the  road. 

4  For  since  our  fellowship  below, 
Affords  such  joy  and  love, 


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We  long  its  full  extent  to  kno\r, 
When  we  shall  meet  above. 

Let  this,  O  Lord  excite  us  on, 

To  keep  the  narrow  way, 
Till  we  shall  meet  around  thy  throne, 

VVlth  all  the  heirs  of  day. 

Come  Holy  Ghost,  ouf  souls  inspire  ! 

Maintain  this  flame  of  love, 
Till  we  shall  join  that  glorious  choic 

Of  worshippers  above. 


HYMN  CCII. 

1  V"OVV  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire, 

Descending  from  above, 
His  waiting  family  inspire 

With  joy,  and  peace,  and  love  I 

2  Thee  we  the  Comforter  confess  ; 

Unless  thou'rt  present  here ; 
Our  songs  of  piaise  are  vain  address, 
We  utter  heartless  pray'r. 

3  Wake  heav'nly  wind,  arise  and  come, 

Blow  on  the  drooping  field  ; 
Our  spices  then  shall  breathe  perfume, 
And  fragrant  incense  yield. 

4  Touch,  with  a  living  coal,  the  lip 

That  shall  proclaim  thy  word ; 
And  bid  each  awful  hearer  keep 
Attention  to  the  Lord. 

5  Hasten  the  restitution  day, 

,  W  hich  now  corruption  shrouds  ; 
New  heavens,  and  new  earth  display, 
With  Jesus  in  the  clouds. 


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HYMN  CCIII. 

A  sight  of  heaven  in  sickness, 

1  OFT  have  I  sat  in  secret  sighs, 

To  feel  my  flesh  decay, 
Then  groan' d  aloud  with  frighted  eyes, 
To  view  the  tott'ring  clay. 

2  But  I  forbid  my  sorrows  now, 

Nor  dares  the  flesh  complain  ; 
Diseases  bring  their  profit  too  ; 
The  joy  o'ercomes  the  pain. 

3  My  cheerful  soul  now  all  the  day 

Sits  waiting  here  and  sings  ; 
Looks  through  the  ruins  of  her  clay, 
And  practises  her  wings. 

4  Faith  almost  changes  into  sight, 

While  from  afar  she  spies 
Her  fair  inheritance,  in  light 
Above  created  skies. 

5  Had  but  the  prison  walls  been  strong, 

And  firm  without  a  flaw, 
In  darkness  she  had  dwelt  too  long, 
And  less  of  glory  saw : 

6  But  now  the  everlasting  hills 

i  orough  ev'ry  chink  appear, 
And  something  of  the  joy  she  feels 
While  she's  a  pris'ner  here  : 

7  The  shines  of  heav'n  rush  sweetly  in 

At  ail  tne  gaping  flaws  ; 
Visions  of  endless  bliss  are  seen 
And  native  air  she  draws. 


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8  O  may  these  walls  stand  tott'ring  still, 

The  breaches  never  close  ! 
If  I  must  here  in  darkness  dwell, 
And  all  this  glory  lose  i 

9  Or  rather  let  this  flesh  decay, 

The  ruins  wider  grow, 
Till  glad  to  see  th'  enlarged  way, 
I  stretch  my  pinions  through. 

HYMN  CCIV. 

The  stony  heart. 

1  QHt  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 

To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away  : 
And  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine! 

2  The  rocks  can  rent ;  the  earth  can  quake  ; 

The  seas  can  roar  ;  the  mountains  shake  ; 
Of  feeling  all  things  shew  some  sign; 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 

Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt ; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 

And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments  too  unmov'd  I  hear, 

(Amazing  thought !)  which  devils  fear  ; 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine, 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  something  yet  can  do  the  deed  ; 

And  that  dear  something  much  I  need  ; 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine  ; 

And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 


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HYMN  CCV. 

1  QH,  that  I  had  a  bosom  friend, 

To  tell  my  secrets  to  ! 
On  whose  advice  I  might  depend, 
In  ev'ry  thing  I  do. 

2  How  do  I  wander  up  and  down, 

And  ho  one  pities  me  ; 
I  seem  a  stranger  quite  unknown, 
A  son  of  misery. 

3  None  lends  an  ear  to  my  complaint, 

Nor  minds  my  cries  and  tears  ; 
None  comes  to  help  me,  though  I  faint, 
Nor  my  vast  burthen  bears. 

4  While  others  live  in  mirth  and  ease, 

And  feel  no  want  nor  woe  ; 
Through  this  dark,  howling  wilderness, 
I  full  of  sorrow  go. 

5  Oh  !  faithless  soul,  to  reason  thus, 

And  murmur  without  end  ; 
Did  Christ  expire  upon  the  cross  ? 
And  is  not  he  thy  friend  ? 

6  Why  dost  thou  envy  carnal  men  ! 

►       And  think  their  state  so  blest  ? 
How  great  salvation  hast  thou  seen  ? 
And  Jesus  is  thy  rest. 

7  What  can  this  lower  world  afford, 

Compar'd  with  gospel  grace, 
Thy  happiness  is  in  the  Lord, 
And  thou  shalt  see  his  face. 
3  Can  present  griefs  be  counted  great, 
Co.upur'd  with  future  woes  ? 
Will  transient  pleasures  seem  so  sweet, 
Compar'd  with  endless  joys  ? 
O  2 


9  How  soon  will  God  withdraw  the  scene, 

And  burn  the  world  he  made  ? 
Then  woe  to  carnal  careless  men  : 
My  soul  lift  up  thy  head. 

10  Thy  Saviour  is  thy  real  friend, 

Constant,  and  true,  and  good  : 
He  will  be  with  thee  to  the  end, 
And  bring  thee  safe  to  God. 

1 1  What  then  my  soul  hast  thou  to  fear  ! 

Or  why  shouid'st  thou  repine  ? 
Look  up,  behold  redemption's  near ; 
Rejoice,  for  heav'n  is  thine. 

12  Why  O  my  soul,  art  thou  so  sad  ? 

When  will  thy  sighs  be  o'er  ? 
Rejoice  in  Jesus,  and  be  glad, 
Rejoice  for  evermore, 

HYMN  CCVI. 

The  two  debtors. 

-4*""r)NCE  a  woman  silent  stood 
7^  While  Jesus  sat  at  meat; 

From  her  eyes  she  pour'd  a  flood 

To  wash  his  sacred  feet : 
Shame  and  wonder,  joy  and  love, 
All  at  once  possess'd  her  mind, 
That  she  e'er  so  vile  could  prove, 
Yet  now  forgiveness  find. 

2  "  How  came  this  vile  woman  here  ? 
"  Will  Jesus  notice  such  ? 
"  Sure,  if  he  a  prophet  were, 

"  He  would  disdain  her  touch  ?M 
Simon  thus,  with  scornful  heart, 
Slighted  one  whom  Jesus  lov'd  ; 


lar 

But  her  Saviour  took  her  part, 
And  thus  his  pride  reprov'd  : 

a  If  two  men  in  debt  were  bound; 

il  One  less,  the  other  more  : 
"  Fifty,  or  five  hundred  pound, 

u  And  both  alike  were  poor ; 
"  Should  the  lender  both  forgive, 

"  When  he  saw  them  both  distress'd  \ 
a  Which  of  them  would  you  believe 

rt  Engag'd  to  love  him  best  ? 

"  Surely  he  who  most  did  owe," 

The  Pharisee  reply'd ; 
Then  our  Lord,  "  by  judging  so, 

"  Thou  dost  for  her  decide  : 
11  Simon,  if  like  her  you  knew 

"  How  much  you  forgiveness  need  ; 
14  You  like  her  had  acted  too, 

"  And  welcom'd  me  indeed  1 

"  When  the  load  of  sin  is  felt, 

"  And  much  forgiveness  known  ; 
M  Then  the  heart  of  course  will  melt, 

ci  Though  hard  before  as  stone ; 
"  Blame  not  then  her  love  and  tears, 

ik  Greatly  she  in  debt  has  been  ; 
vi  But  I  have  remov'd  her  fears, 

"  And  pardon'd  all  her  sin.'' 

When  I  read  this  woman's  case, 

Her  love  and  humble  zeal ; 
I  confess,  with  shame  of  face, 

My  heart  is  made  of  steel  ; 
Much  has  been  forgiv'n  to  me, 

Jesus  paid  my  heavy  score  ; 
What  a  creature  must  I  be. 

That  I  can  love  no  more  ! 


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HYMN  CCVII. 

1  QNCE  more  before  we  part, 

We'll  bless  the  Saviour's  name : 
Record  his  mercies,  ev'ry  heart ; 
Sing  ev'ry  tongue,  the  same. 

2  Hoard  up  his  sacred  word, 

And  feed  thereon  and  grow  : 
Go  on,  and  seek  to  know  the  Lord ; 
And  practise  what  you  know. 

HYMN  CCVI1I. 

A  morning  song. 

i  QNCE  more  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rules  the  skies 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound, 
Wide  on  the  heav'n  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame, 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wr*th  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays 

4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withstand  ; 
Thy  justice  might  have  crush'd  me  dead, 
But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

5  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun, 
And  yet  thou  length'nest  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run.] 


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6  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
Whilst  I  enjoy  thy  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 

HYMN  CCIX. 

New  year's  day, 

1  QNCE  more  the  constant  sun,  revolving  round 

his  sphere,  [year  ; 

His  steady  course  has  run,  and  brings  another 
He  rises,  sets,  but  goes  not  back ; 
Nor  ever  quits  his  destin'd  track. 

2  Hence  let  believers  learn  tokeepa  forward  pace; 
Be  this  our  main  concern,  to  finish  well  our  race. 
Backslidings  shun,  with  patience  press 
Towards  the  Sun  of  right'ousness. 

3  What  now  shall  be  our  task  ?  or  rather  what 

our  pray'r  ? 
What  good  things  shall  we  ask,  to  prosper  this 

,new  year  ? 
With  one  accord  our  hearts  we'll  lift; 
And  ask  our  Lord  some  new  year's  gift. 

4  No   trifling    gift  or    small   should   friends   of 

Christ  desire ; 
Rich  Lord,  bestow  on  all  pure  gold,  well  try'd 

by  fire; 
Faith  that  stands  fast;  when  devils  roar  ; 
And  love  which  lasts  for  evermore. 

HYMN  CCX. 

Before  preaching. 

1  QNCE  more  we  come  before  our  God, 
Once  more  his  blessing  ask  ; 


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Oh,  may  not  duty  seem  a  load  { 
Nor  worship  prove  a  task. 

2  Father,  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  send 

From  heav'n,  in  Jesu's  name, 
To  make  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 

3  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear; 

Each  in  an  honest  heart  ; 
Hoard  up  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  part. 

4  To  seek  thee  all  our  hearts  dispose, 

To  each  thy  blessing  suit, 
And  let  the  seed  thy  servant  sows 
Produce  a  copious  fruit. 

5  Bid  the  refreshing  north  wind  wake  ; 

Say  to  the  south  wind,  blow  ; 
Let  ev'ry  plant  the  pow'r  partake, 
And  all  the  garden  grow. 

6  Revive  the  parch'd  with  heav'nly  show'rs, 

The  cold  with  warmth  divine  ; 
And  as  the  benefit  is  ours, 
Be  all  the  glory  thine. 

HYMN  CCXI. 

1  QN  thee,  O  God  of  purity, 

I  wait  for  hallowing  grace  ; 
•Non_  without  holiness  shall  see 

The  glories  of  thy  face  : 
In  souls  unholy,  and  unclean, 

Thou  never  canst  delight ; 
Nor  shall  they,  while  unsav'd  from  sin, 

Appear  before  thy  sight. 

2  But  as  for  me,  with  humble  fear, 

I  will  approach  thy  gate ; 


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Though  most  unworthy  to  draw  near, 

Or  in  thy  courts  to  wait : 
I  trust  in  thine  unbounded  grace, 

To  all  so  freely  giv'n  ; 
And  worship  t'ward  thy  holy  place, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  heav'n. 

S  Lead  me  in  all  thy  right'ous  ways, 
Nor  suffer  me  to  slide  -, 
Point  out  the  path  before  my  face, 
My  God  be  thou  my  guide  ! 

0  may  I  ne'er  to  evil  yield, 
Defended  from  above, 

And  kept,  and  cover'd  with  the  shield 
Of  thine  almighty  love. 

HYMN  CCXII. 

Pardoning  grace, 

1  (JjUT  of  the  depths  of  long  distress, 

The  borders  of  despair, 

1  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace> 

My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God !  should  thy  severer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
Thy  Son  hath  bought  them  with  his  blood 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  [I  wait  for  thy  salvation  Lord, 

With  strong  desires  I  wait ; 
My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 


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5  [Just  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 

Long  for  the  morning  skies, 
Watch  the  first  beams  of  breaking  light. 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes : 

6  So  waits  my  soul  to  see  thy  grace, 

And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  first  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  [Then  in  the  Lord  let  Isra'l  trust, 

Let  Isra'l  seek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  just, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  sinners  long  enslav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 
And  Isra'l  shall  be  sav'd.] 

HYMN  CCXIII. 

Adoring  Jesus. 

1  Q  COME  let  us  join, 

Together  combine  ; 
To  praise  our  dear  Sav'our,  our  Master  divine. 

2  Him  let  us  adore, 
Who  cover'd  with  gore, 

Late  hanged  on  Calv'ry,  both  wounded  and  poor. 

3  He  worthy  is  bless'd, 
By  Spirits  at  rest ; 

Who  once  in  this  desert  his  Godhead  confess'd. 

4  The  heav'nly  spheres, 
Who  saw  him  in  tears, 

Yea,  ev'ry  strong  angel  his  person  reveres- 


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5  The  prophets  who  told 
His  sufferings  of  old, 

Sing  now  sweet  thanksgiving  on  psalt'ries  of  gold. 

6  The  fathers  to  whom 

He  shew'd  he  would  come, 
Now  in  his  pavillion  take  up  their  long  home. 

7  The  spirits  of  men, 
Who  for  him  were  slain, 

From  Abel  the  right'ous,  share  now  in  his  reign. 

8  Th'  apostles  who  stood, 
Resisting  to  blood, 

For  Jesus's  gospel,  rejoice  in  their  God. 

9  The  confessors  too, 
Them  prostrating  low, 

Cast  down  their  bright  mitres,  and  thankfully  bow. 

10  Oh  church  of  the  Lamb, 
Here  met  do  the  same, 

With  saints,  and  with  angels,  bless  Jesus's  name. 

1 1  My  soul  bear  a  part, 
For  ransom'd  thou  art, 

By  Jesu's  blood  shedding,  his  burial,  and  smart. 

12  To  him  that  was  slain, 
The  scorn'd  Nazarene, 

Ee  glory,  and  honour,  let  ail  say,  Amen. 

HYMN  CCXIV. 

1  f\  COME,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God  ; 

Come  wash  us  in  thy  cleansing  blood  1 
Give  us  to  know  thy  love,  then  pain 
Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

2  Take  our  poor  hearts,  and  let  them  be 
For  ever  clos'd  to  all  but  thee  ; 

Seal  thou  our  breasts,  and  let  us  wear 
The  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

R 


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3  How  can  it  be  thou  heav'nly  King, 
That  thou  should  man  to  glory  bring  1 
Make  slaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
And  give  them  an  immortal  crown  ! 

4  Ah,  Lord  !  enlarge  our  scanty  thought ; 
To  know  the  wonders  thou  hast  wrought; 
Unloose  our  stamm'ring  tongues  to  tell 
Thy  love  immense,  unsearchable. 

5  First-born  of  many  brethren,  thou, 

To  thee  both  earth  and  heav'n  must  bow  ; 
Help  us  to  thee  our  all  to  give, 
Thine  may  we  die,  thine  may  we  live  < 

HYMN  CCXV. 

1  C\  FOR  an  heart  to  love  my  God  ! 

An  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; 
An  heart  that  always  feels  the  .blood, 
So  freely  shed  for  me  ! 

2  An  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true  and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  An  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  renew'd, 

And  fill'd  with  love  divine  : 
Perfect  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord !  of  thine. 

5  Thy  tender  heart  is  still  the  same, 

And  melts  at  human  woe  : 


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Send  down  thy  grace,  O  blessed  Lamb  i 
That  I  thy  love  may  know. 

6  Thy  holy  nature  Lord  1  impart, 
Come  quickly  from  above, 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new  best  name  of  love. 

HYMN  CCXVI. 

Victory  over  death.     1  Cor.  xv.  55,  Sec. 

1  Cy   ';OR  an  over-coming  faith 

To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs  ! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  quiv'ring  lips  should  sing, 
Where  is  thy  boasted  vict'ry  grave  i 
And  where  the  monster's  sting  ? 

3  If  sin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  secure, 

Death  hath  no  sting  besides; 
The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  pow'r ; 
But  Christ,  my  ransom,  dy'd. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conqu'rors  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ  our  living  head. 

HYMN  CCXVII. 

1  0  FOR  a  sweet  inspiring  ray, 

To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 
From  the  bright  realms,  of  endless  day, 
The  blissful  realms,  where  Jesus  reigns ! 

2  There  low  before  his  glorious  throne. 

Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall, 


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And  with  delightful  worship  own 

His  smile  their  bless,  their  heav'n,  their  alL 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 

While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise  : 
And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  th*  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles,  and  serap'is  tune  their  songs, 

To  boundless  rapture  while  they  gaze  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  ransomed  of  the  Lamb 

Shall  join  at  last  the  heav'nly  choir  ; 
O  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme, 
Awake  our  faith,  our  warm  desire ! 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  Spirit  seal 

Our  int'rest  in  that  blissful  place, 
Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 

HYMN  CCXVIIL 

Adoring  ChriaU 

1  f\  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears^ 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

3  He  breaks  the  pow'r  of  cancel'd  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ners  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 


4  He  speaks,  and  listening  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

5  Hear  him,  ye  deaf;  his  praise  ye  dumb 

Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ  ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

HYMN  CCXIX. 

Man  frail)  and  God  eternal. 

1  QUR  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  Thy  wore!  commands  our  Mesh  to  dust, 

11  Return,  ye  sons  of  men," 
All  notions  rose  from  earth  at  first, 

And  turn  to  earth  again. 
3  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 

Before  the  rising  sun. 

€  [The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 
With  ail  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carry'd  downwards  by  the  flood. 
And  lost  in  foil' wing:  years. 


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7  Time,  like  an  ever  rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  : 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

8  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  stand, 

Ple^sM  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  with'ring  ere  'tis  night.] 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

HYMN  CCXX. 

1  f)H  Jesu,  our  Lord, 

Thy  name  be  adorM, 
For  all  the  rich  blessings  convey'd  by  thy  word. 

2  In  Spirit  we  trace 
Thy  wonders  of  grace, 

And  cheerfully  join  in  a  concert  of  praise. 

3  The  ancient  of  days 
His  glory  displays, 

And  shines  on  his  chosen  with  cherishing  rays. 

4  The  trumpet  of  God 
Is  sounding  abroad, 

The  language  of  mercy,  salvation  through  blood. 

5  Thrice  happy  are  they 
Who  hear  and  obey, 

And  share  in  the  blessings  of  this  gospel  day. 

6  The  people  wrho  know 
Their  Sav'our  below, 

With  burning  affection  to  worship  him  glow. 


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7  Their  anguish  and  smart, 
And  sorrow  depart, 

Who  find  his  salvation  inscrib'd  on  their  heart 

8  This  blessing  be  mine, 
Through  favour  divine  ; 

But  oh,  my  Redeemer,  the  glory  be  thine. 

9  The  work  is  of  grace, 
Thine,  thine  be  the  praise; 

And  mine  to  adore  thee,  and  tell  of  thy  ways. 

HYMN  CCXXL 

Agnua  dei. 

1  Q  LAMB  of  God  our  Saviour  ! 
Kill'd  on  the  tree  of  sorrow  1 
Thy  sufPring  meek  behaviour 

Paid  what  thou  didst  not  borrow. 
Thy  bearing  our  transgression 
Secur'd  us  from  damnation. 
Have  mercy  upon  us,  O  Jesu  !  O  Jesu  ! 
2-0  Lamb  of  God,  our  Saviour,  &c. 

Acknowledge  thou  us,  O  Jesu  I  O  Jesu  ! 
S  O  Lamb  of  God,  our  Saviour,  &c. 

O  giwnt  us  thy  peace,  O  Jesu  1  O  Jesu  ! 

HYMN  CCXXII. 

1  f\  LORD,  thou  know'st  my  soul's  desires, 

And  thou  canst  give  me  perfect  ease ; 
Thou  art  the  God  my  heart  admires, 

There's  nothing  but  thy  love  can  please. 

2  Give  me,  O  Lord,  the  happiness 

To  sit  and  hear  thy  gracious  voice  ; 
Come,  Saviour,  come,  rny  soul  possess, 
And  make  my  mourning  heart  rejoict. 


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3  Lord,  I  would  praise  thy  holy  name, 

Thou  art  my  everlasting  friend ; 

Thou  hast  not  put  my  soul  to  shame : 

Preserve  me  safe  unto  the  end. 

4  Thou  art  my  strength,  and  my  support, 

My  hope,  my  everlasting  aid: 
To  thee  I  always  would  resort, 

And  trust  in  thee  when  I'm  afraid. 

5  Thy  name  affords  my  soul  relief, 

When  I  with  sorrow  am  opprest ; 
When  I  am  full  of  woe  and  griefi 
Thy  word  doth  give  my  spirit  rest. 

6  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 

Unite  my  heart  to  fear  thy  name  ; 
O  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill, 

Where  stands  the  new  Jerusalem. 

7  Were  not  the  Lord  of  hosts  my  strength, 

I  should  have  sunk  in  deep  despair  ; 
But  now  I  trust  I  shall  at  length 
Arrive  at  Canaan's  harbour  fair : 

8  There  shall  I  rest  for  evermore, 

Fearless  of  storms,  and  raging  seas, 
Apd  sit  upon  the  heav'nly  shore, 
And  dwell  at  everlasting  ease. 

HYMN  CCXXIII. 

1  Q  LORD  !  to  whom  for  help  I  call, 

Thy  miracles  repeat ; 
With  pitying  eye  behold  me  fall 
A  leper  at  thy  feet. 

2  Loathsome  and  foul,  and  self  abhorr'd, 

I  sink  beneath  my  sin  ; 
13 ut,  if  thou  wilt,  a  gracious  word 
Of  thine j  can  make  me  clean. 


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3  Thou  seest  me  deaf  to  thy  commands, 

Open  O  Lord  !  mine  ear  ; 
Bid  me  stretch  out  my  witherM  hands, 
And  lift  them  up  in  pray'r. 

4  Silent  (alas  !  thou  know'st  how  long !) 

My  voice  I  cannot  raise; 
But  oh  !  when  thou  shalt  loose  my  tongue, 
The  dumb  shail  sing  thy  praise. 

5  Lame  at  the  pool  I  still  am  found, 

Give,  and  my  strength  employ  ; 
Light  as  an  hart  I  then  shall  bound, 
The  lame  shall  leap  for  joy. 

6  Blind  from  my  birth  to  guilt  and  thee, 

And  dark  I  am  within, 
The  love  of  God  I  cannot  see, 
Nor  sinfulness  of  sin. 

7  But  thou,  they  say,  art  passing  by, 

0  let  me  find  thee  near  I 
Jesus,  in  mercy  hear  my  cry, 

Thou  Son  of  David,  hear  ! 

8  Long  have  I  waited  in  the  way, 

For  thee,  the  heav'nly  light ; 
Command  me  to  be  brought,  and  say, 
"  Sinner,  receive  thy  sight." 

HYMN  CCXXIV. 

A  sinner's  firayer. 

1  Q  MY  Lord,  what  must  I  do? 

Only  thou  the  way  canst  shew  ; 
Thou  canst  save  me  in  this  hour, 

1  have  neither  will  nor  pow'r 
God  if  over  all  thou  art) 
Greater  than  the  sinful  heart; 


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Let  it  now  on  me  be  shown, 
Take  away  the  heart  of  stone. 

2  Take  away  my  darling  sin, 

Make  me  willing  to  be  clean ; 
Make  me  willing  to  receive 
What  thy  goodness  wTaits  to  give  : 
Force  me,  Lord,  with  all  to  part, 
Tear  all  idols  from  my  heart ; 
Let  thy  pow'r  on  me  be  shewn, 
Take  away  the  heart  of  stone. 

3  Jesu,  mighty  to  renew, 

Work  in  me,  to  will  and  do  ; 
Turn  my  nature's  rapid  tide, 
Stem  the  torrent  of  my  pride, 
Stop  the  whirlwind  of  my  will, 
Bid  corruptions,  Lord,  be  still ; 
Now  thy  love  Almighty  shew, 
Make  e'en  me  a  creature  new. 

4  Arm  of  God,  thy  strength  put  on, 

Bow  the  heavens  and  come  down ; 
All  mine  unbeliei  o'erthrow, 
Lay  th'aspiring  mountain"' low  ; 
Conquer  thy  worst  foe  in  me ; 
Get  thyself  the  victory, 
Save  the  vilest  of  the  race, 
Force  me  to  be  sav'd  by  grace. 

HYMN  CCXXV. 

For  the  last  day  of  the  year. 

1   Q  PRAISE  the  Lord  of  heav'n, 
Whose  mercy  never  fails  ; 
Six  troubles  come,  and  also  sev'n, 
But  still  his  grace  prevails. 


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2  The  year  that's  almost  past 

His  goodness  did  proclaim  ; 
His  love  doth  now  and  always  last, 
Give  glory  to  his  name* 

3  How  wond*rous  are  his  ways 

Which  he  to  us  makes  known  ! 
We  join  to  sing  our  Maker's  praise  ; 
And  worship  him  alone. 

4  When  we  the  year  begun 

We  rais'd  our  cheerful  songs; 
And  surely  when  its  course  is  run 
To  God  our  praise  belongs. 

5  His  mercies  still  are  new, 

Let  us  extol  his  love, 
May  we  this  blessed  theme  pursue 
Till  we  shall  meet  above. 

HYMN  CCXXVI. 

Breathing  after  happiness. 

1  Q  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will  1 

2  O  send  thy  spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart  ! 
Nor  let  my  torgue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

S  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desires  arise 

Within  this  soul  of  mine, 
v  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  ; 


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Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear, 

5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 

My  feet  too  often  slip  : 
Yet  since  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wand'ring  sheep, 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands 
Offend  against  my  God* 

HYMN   CCXXVII. 

Sin  and  sorrows  laid  before  God. 

1  f\  THAT  I  knew  the  secret  place 

Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  Fd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 
What  sorrows  I  sustain, 

How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  die>» 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  I'd  say  how  flesh  and  sense  rebel, 
What  inward  foes  combine, 

With  this  vain  world  and  pow'rs  of  hell, 
To  vex  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 
To  wrestle  with  my  God; 

I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 
And  heal  my  broken  bones  ; 

He  takes  the  meaning  of  his  saints, 
The  language  of  their  groans. 


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6  Arise  my  soul  from  deep  distress, 
And  banish  ev'ry  fear  ; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grac«, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

HYMN  CCXXVIIL 

1  Q  TELL  me  no  more 

Of  this  world's  vain  store  ; 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er. 

2  A  country  I've  found 
Where  true  joys  abound  ; 

To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground. 

3  The  souls  that  believe, 
In  paradise  live  ; 

And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive. 

4  My  soul  don't  delay, 
He  calls  thee  away  ; 

Rise,  follow  thy  Sav'our,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 

5  No  mortal  doth  know 
What  he  can  bestow  ; 

What  light,  strength,  and  comfort, do  after  him  go. 

6  Lo,  onward  I  move, 

And  but  Christ  above,  [prove. 

None  guesses  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will 

7  Great  spoils  I  shall  win, 
From  death,  hell,  and  sin  ; 

'Midst  outward  afflictions,  shall  feel  Christ  within, 

8  Perhaps  for  his  name 
(Poor  dust  as  I  am) 

Some  works  I  shall  finish  with  glad  loving  aim* 

9  I  still  (which  is  best) 
Shall  in  his  dear  breast 

(As  at  the  beginning)  find  pardon  and  rest 

6 


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10  And  when  Fm  to  die, 
Receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  has  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  say  why. 
1  i   But  this  I  do  find, 
We  two  are  so  join'd, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind. 

12  Lo  this  is  the  race 

I'm  running  through  grace, 
Henceforth  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face* 

13  And  now  I'm  in  care, 

My  neighbours  may  share  ;  [dare 

These  blessings  to  seek  them  will  none  of  yoi 

14  In  bondage,  oh  why, 
And  death  will  you  lie, 

When  one  here  assures  you  free  grace  is  so  nigh 

HYMN  CCXXIX. 

Lamenting  the  loss  of  first  love. 

1  Q  THAT  my  soul  were  now  as  fair 

As  it  hath  sometimes  been  ! 
Devoid  of  that  distracting  care 
Without,  and  fear  within  ! 

2  There  was  a  time  when  I  could  tread 

No  circle  but  of  love  : 
That  joyous  morning  now  is  fled, 
How  heavily  I  move  ! 

3  Unhappy  soul,  that  thou  should'st  force* 

Thy  Saviour  to  depart, 
When  he  was  pleased  with  so  coarse 
A  lodging  in  thy  heart ! 

4  How  sweetly  I  enjoy'd  my  God ! 

With  how  divine  a  frame  I 


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1  thought,  on  ev'ry  plant  I  trod, 
1  read  my  Saviour's  name. 

5  I  liv'd,  I  lov'd,  I  talk'd  with  thee, 

So  sweetly  we  agreed, 
And  thou  no  stranger  wast  to  me 
Till  I  became  a  weed. 

6  The  tempter  robb'd  me,  and  I  must 

I  fear  be  ever  poor ; 
May  this  suffice,  to  roll  in  dust 
Before  thy  temple  door  ! 

7  My  dearest  Lord,  my  heart  flames  not 

With  love  that  sacred  fire  ; 
But  since  my  love  has  wore  that  blot 
Repentance  runs  the  high'r. 

S  O  might  those  days  return  again, 
How  welcome  they  should  be  1 
Shall  my  petition  be  in  vain, 
Since  grace  is  ever  free  ? 

9  Lord  of  my  soul,  return,  return, 

To  chase  away  this  night ; 

Let  not  thine  anger  ever  burn ; 

God  once  was  my  delight. 

HYMN  CCXXX. 

1  Q  THOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh  : 
Whose  hand  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye. 

2  See  !   low  before  the  throne  of  grace 

A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  Return  ? 


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And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
O  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 

This  only  safe  retreat. 

Absent  from  thee,  my  guide,  my  light, 

Without  one  cheering  ray, 
Through  dangers,  fears  and  gloomy  night, 

How  desolate  my  way  ! 

O  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
A~d  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 

A  taste  of  joys  divine. 
Thy  presence  only  can  bestow 

Delights  which  never  cloy ; 
Be  this  my  solace  here  below, 

And  my  eternal  joy. 

HYMN  CCXXXL 

A  lovely  carriage. 

C\  'TIS  a  lovely  thing  to  see 
A  man  of  prudent  heart ; 
Whose  thoughts,  and  lips,  and  life  agree 

To  act  a  useful  part. 
When  envy,  strife,  and  wars  begin 

In  little  angry  souls, 
Mark  how  the  sons  of  peace  come  in, 

And  quench  the  kindling  coals. 
Their  minds  are  humble,  mild  and  meek, 

Nor  let  their  fury  rise  ; 
Nor  passion  moves  their  lips  to  speak, 

Nor  pride  exalts  their  eyes. 

Their  fame  is  prudence  mixt  with  love ; 
Good  works  fulfil  their  day  \ 


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They  join  the  serpent  with  the  dove., 
But  cast  the  sting  away. 

5  Such  was  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 

Such  pleasures  he  pursu'd  ; 
His  flesh  and  blood  were  all  refin'd,, 
His  soul  divinely  good. 

6  Lord  can  these  plants  of  virtue  grow 

In  such  a  soul  as  mine  ! 
Thy  grace  can  form  my  nature  so, 
And  make  my  heart  like  thine. 

HYMN  CCXXXII. 

The  pilgrimage  of  the  saints,  or,  earth  and  heaven. 

1  Q[i!  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 

That  yields  us  no  supply, 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
Nor  streams  of  living  joy  ? 

2  But  pricking  thorns  through  all  the  ground, 

And  mortal  poisons  grow, 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  through  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord  !  we  would  keep  that  heav'nly  road 

And  run  at  thy  command. 
[4  Our  souls  shall  tread  the  desart  through, 

With  undiverted  feet  ; 
And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  subdue 

The  terrors  that  we  meet] 

•^5  A  thousand  savage  beasts  of  prey 
Around  the  forest  roam  ; 
But  Judah's  lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the  strangers  home./] 
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[6  Long  nights  and  darkness  dwells  below, 
With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go 
Is  everlasting  day.] 
£7  By  glimm'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 
We  trace  the  sacred  road, 
Through  dismal  deeps  and  dang'rous  snares, 
We  make  our  way  to  God.] 

$  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 
But  we  march  upward  still ; 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 
[9  See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates, 
Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jesus  the  fore-runner  waits, 
To  welcome  trav'lers  home  !] 

10  There  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount, 
Our  weary  souls  shall  sit, 
And  with  transporting  joys  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 

£ll   No  vain  discourse  shall  fill  our  tongue, 
Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear  ; 
Infinite  giMce  shall  be  our  song, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear.] 

\2  Eternal  glory  to  the  King 

That  brought  us  safely  through  ; 
Our  tongue  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
And  endless  praise  renew. 

HYMN  CCXXXIII. 

Christ  withdrawn. 

1   Q  WHAT  shall  I  do  to  retrieve 
The  love  for  a  season  bestow'd ; 


2\\ 

*Tis  better  to  die  than  to  live 

Exil'd  from  the  presence  of  <iod  : 

With  sorrow  distracted  and  doubt. 
With  palpable  horror  opprest, 

The  City  I  wander  about, 

And  seek  nry  repose  in  his  breast. 

2  Ye  watchmen  of  Israel,  declare 

If  ye  my  beloved  have  seen, 
And  point  to  that  heavenly  fair, 

Surpassing  the  children  of  men  : 
My  lover  and  Lord  from  above, 

Who  only  can  quiet  my  pain, 
W7hom  only  I  languish  to  love, 

O  where  shall  1  find  him  again  ? 
,3  The  joy  and  desire  of  mine  eyes, 

The  end  of  my  sorrow  and  woe  ; 
My  hope,  and  my  heavenly  prize, 

My  height  of  ambition  below  : 
Once  more  if  he  shew  me  his  face, 

He  never  again  shall  depart, 
Detain'd  in  my  closest  embrace, 

Conceai'd  in  the  depth  of  my  heart. 

HYMN  CCXXX1V. 

Submission  under  bereaving  providences*    Psalw 
xlvi.  10. 

\   pEACE,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand 
That  blast's  our  joys  in  death  ; 
Changes  the  visage  once  so  dear, 
And  gathers  back  the  breath. 

-2  'Tis  ne,  the  Potentate  supreme 
Of  ail  the  worlds  above, 
Whose  steady  counsels  wisely  rule. 
Nor  from  their  purpose  move. 


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S  5Tis  he,  whose  justice  might  demand 
Our  souls  a  sacrifice  ; 
Yet  scatters  with  unwearied  hand, 
A  thousand  rich  supplies. 

4  Our  covenant  God  and  Father  he, 

In  Christ  our  bleeding  Lord  ; 
Whose  grace  can  heal  the  bursting  heart 
With  one  reviving  word. 

5  Fair  garlands  of  immortal  bliss 

He  weaves  for  every  brow, 
And  shall  rebellious  passions  rise, 
When  he  corrects  us  now  ? 

6  Silent  we  own  Jehovah's  name, 

We  kiss  the  scourging  hand  ; 
And  yield  our  comforts  and  our  life 
To  thy  supreme  command. 

HYMN  CCXXXT. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  pLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and  (O  amazing  Love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled  ; 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among- the  dead. 

4  Oh  1  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 


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And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 

The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 
5  Angels  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes. 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN  CCXXXVL 

Esau* 

i  "DOOR  Esau  repented  too  late, 

That  once  he  his  birth-right  despis'd  ; 
And  sold,  for  a  morsel  of  meat, 

What  could  not  too  highly  be  priz'd  : 
How  great  was  his  anguish  when  told 

The  blessing  he  sought  to  obtain, 
Was  gone  with  the  birth-right  he  sold, 
And  none  could  recal  it  again ! 

2  He  stands  as  a  warning  to' all, 

Wherever  the  gospel  shall  come; 
O  hasten  and  yield  to  the  call, 

While  yet  for  repentance  there's  room  ! 
Your  season  will  quickly  be  past, 

Then  hear,  and  obey  it  to-day  ; 
Lest  when  you  seek  mercy  at  last, 

The  Saviour  should  frown  you  away. 

3  What  is  it  the  world  can  propose  ? 

A  morsel  of  meat  at  the  best ! 
For  this  are  you  willing  to  lose 

A  share  in  the  joys  of  the  blest  ? 
Its  pleasures  will  speedily  end  ; 

Its  favours  and  praise  are  but  breath  : 
And  what  can  its  profits  befriend 

Your  soul  in  the  moment  of  death  I 

4  If  Jesus  for  these  you  despise, 

And  sin  to  the  Saviour  prefer, 


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In  vain  your  entreaties  and  cries, 

When  summon'd  to  stand  at  his  bar  : 
Plow  will  you  his  presence  abide  ? 

What  anguish  will  torture  your  heart  ? 
The  saints  all  entbron'd  by  his  side, 

And  you  be  compell'd  to  depart ! 
5  Too  often,  dear  Saviour,  have  I 

Preferr'd  some  poor  trifle  to  thee  ; 
How  is  it  thou  dost  not  deny 

The  blessing  and  birth-right  to  me  I 
No  better  than  Esau  I  am, 

Though  pardon  and  heaven  be  mine  ; 
To  me  belongs  nothing  but  shame, 

The  praise  and  the  glory  be  thine. 

HYMN  CCXXXVII. 

God  shining  into  the  heart.    2  Cor.  iv.  6. 

1  pRAISE  to  the  Lord  of  boundless  might, 

With  uncreated  glories  bright ! 
His  presence  gilds  the  worlds  above  ; 
Th'  unchanging  source  of  light  and  love. 

2  Our  rising  earth  his  eye  beheld, 
When  in  substantial  darkness  veil'd  ; 
The  shapeless  chaos,  nature's  womb, 
Lay  buried  in  the  horrid  gloom. 

3  M  Let  there  be  light,"  Jehovah  said, 
And  light  o'er  all  its  face  was  spread  ; 
Nature  array'd  in  charms  unknown, 
Gay  with  its  new-born  lustre  shone. 

4  He  sees  the  mind,  when  lost  it  lies 
In  shades  of  Ignorance  and  vice  ; 
And  darts  from  heav'n  a  vivid  ray, 
And  changes  midnight  into  day. 

5  Shine,  mighty  God,  with  vigour  shine 
On  this  benighted  heart  of  mine  ; 


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And  let  thy  glories  stand  reveal'd* 
As  in  the  Saviour's  face  beheld, 
6  My  soul  reviv'd  by  heav'n-born  day, 
Thy  radiant  image  shall  display, 
While  all  my  faculties  unite 
To  praise  the  Lord,  who  gives  me  light. 

HYMN  CCXXXVIH. 

Pray  without  ceasing.      1  Thes.  v.  17. 

1  TDRAY'R  was  appointed  to  convey 

The  blessings  God  designs  to  give, 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray  ; 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

2  The  Christian's  heart  his  pray'r  indites; 

He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within, 
The  Spirit  his  petition  writes ; 

And  Christ  receives,  and  gives  it  in. 

4  And  wilt  thou  in  dead  silence  lie, 

When  Christ  stands  waiting  for  thy  pray'r  : 
My  soul  thou  hast  a  friend  on  nigh  ; 
Arise  and  try  thy  int'rest  there. 

4  If  pains  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress  ; 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay ; 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress  ; 
The  remedy's  before  thee,  pray. 

5  'Tis  pray'r  supports  the  soul  that's  weak ; 

Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame, 
Pray;   if  thou  can'st,  or  can'st  not,  speak; 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesu's  name. 

6  Depend  on  him;  thou  can'st  not  fail, 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known; 
Fear  not ;  his  merits  must  prevail ; 
Ask  what  thou  wilt,  it  shall  be  done. 


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HYMN  CCXXXIX, 

1  pRECIOUS  Bible,  what  a  treasure 

Does  the  word  of  God  afford  ? 
All  I  want  for  life  and  pleasure, 

Food  or  med'cine,  shield  or  sword  ; 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor, 
Having  this,  I  want  no  more. 

2  Food  to  which  the  world  a  stranger, 

Here,   my  hungry  soul  enjoys 
Of  excess,  there  is  no  danger, 

Though  it  nilsr  it  never  cloys  ; 
On  £  dyiiv<-  Christ  I  feed, 
Here  is  meat  and  drink  indeed, 

3  When  my  faith  is  faint  and  sickly, 

Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  mind, 
Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly, 
Healing  med'cines  here  I  find  i 
To  the  promises  I  flee, 
Each  affords  a  remedy, 

4  In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 

Satan  cannot  make  me  yield ; 
For  the  word  of  consolation, 

Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield. 

While  the  Scripture  truths  endure, 
From  his  pow'r  I  am  secure. 

HYMN  CCXL. 

Gravity  and  decency. 

I  REDEEMED  ones  the  heirs  of  Godf 
So  dearly  bought  with  Jesu's  blood  ! 
Are  they  not  born  to  heav'niy  joys, 
Aad  shall  they  stoop  to  earthly  toys  ? 


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Can  laughter  feed  th'  immortal  mind  ? 
Were  spirits  of  celestial  kind 
Made  for  a  jest,  for  sport  and  play. 
To  wear  out  time,  and  waste  the  day  ? 
Doth  vain  discourse,  or  empty  mirth, 
Well  suit  the  honours  of  their  birth? 
Shall  they  be  found  of  gay  attire, 
What  children  love,  and  fools  admire  ? 
What  if  we  wear  the  richest  vest, 
Peacocks  and  flies  are  better  drest, 
This  flesh,  with  all  its  gaudy  forms, 
Must  drop  to  dust,  and  feed  the  worms. 

Lord,  raise  our  hearts  and  passions'higher ; 
Touch  our  vain  souls  with  sacred  fire ; 
Then,  with  a  heav'n-directed  eye 
We'll  pass  these  glitt'ring  trifles  by. 
We'll  look  on  all  the  toys  below 
With  such  disdain  as  angels  do ; 
And  wait  the  call  that  bids  us  rise 
To  mansions  promis'd  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  CCXLI. 

Rejoice  evermore. 

1  J^EJOICE  evermore 

With  angels  above, 
In  Jesus's  pow'r, 

In  Jesus*s  love; 
With  glad  exultation 

Your  triumph  proclaim, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  God  and  the  Lamb. 

2  Thou>  Lord,  our  relief 

In  trouble  hast  been, 
Hast  sav'd  us  from  grief, 
Hast  sav'd  us  frora  sin, 
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The  pow'r  of  thy  Spirit 
Can  set  our  hearts  free  * 

And  we  shall  inherit 
All  fulness  in  thee. 

3  All  fulness  of  peace, 

All  fulness  of  joy, 
And  spiritual  bliss 

That  never  can  cloy. 
To  us  it  is  given 

In  Jesus  to  know, 
A  kingdom  of  heaven, 

A  heaven  below. 

4  No  longer  we  join 

Where  sinners  invite, 
Nor  envy  the  swine 

Their  brutish  delight; 
Their  joy  is  all  sadness, 

Their  mirth  is  all  vain, 
Their  laughter  is  madness, 

Their  pleasure  is  pain. 

5  O  may  they  at  last 

With  sorrow  return, 
The  pleasure  to  taste, 

For  which  they  were  born  ! 
Our  Jesus  receiving, 

Our  happiness  prove, 
The  joy  of  believing, 

The  heaven  of  love. 

HYMN  CCXLIF. 

I  pEJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Your  God  and  King  adore; 
Mortals  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore: 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  vci  e  j 
Beioice  ;  acrain  I  sav,  rejoice  I 


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2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice: 

Rejoice;  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  can  not  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  giv'n  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  op  your  voice: 

Rejoice ;  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand, 

Till  ail  his  foes  submit 

tAnd  bow  to  his  command, 
And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice : 
Rejoice ;  again  1  say,  rejoice. 
He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 
Shall  all  our  sins  destroy ; 
And  ev'ry  bosom  swell, 
With  pure  seraphic  joy  : 
•    Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice.: 

Rejoice  ;  again  I  say,  rejoice. 
6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  arch-angel's  voice  : 
The  trump.of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice. 

HYMN  CCXLIII. 

Sfiiritual  mindcdness;  or  ^inward  religion.  Jam.  i.  29. 

1  RELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
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May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  so v 'reign  virtue  know. 

2  More  needful  this,  than  glitt'ring  wealth, 

Or  ou^ht  the  world  bestows  ; 
Not  reputation,  food  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  love, 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  ; 
And  ail  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

6  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin, 

Through  my  remaining  days  ; 
And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine 
To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 

7  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire  ; 

Let  warm  affections  rise  ; 
And  may  I  wait,  with  strong  desire, 
To  mount  above  the  skies. 

HYMN  CCXLIV. 

Mortality  and  hopes. 

i  TJEMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 

How  frail  our  life  !   how  short  the  date  I 
Where  is  tne  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death  ? 


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2  Lord  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flesh  and  sense  repine  and  cry ; 

"  Must  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  I 
11  Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  u  Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just  ? 

*  Are  not  thy  servants  turn'd  to  dust?" 
But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  clears  the  honours  of  thy  word  : 
Awake,  our  souls  !  and  bless  the  Lord. 

HYMN  CCXLV. 

The  gosfiel. 

1  T>EPENT,  ye  sons  of  men,  repent; 

Hear  the  good  tidings  God  has  sent, 
Of  sinners  sav'd,  and  sins  forgiv'n, 

And  beggars  rais'd  to  reign  in  heav'n, 
Beggars,  beggars,  beggars,  beggars,  beggars, 

Rais'd  to  reign  in  heav'n. 

2  God  sent  his  Son  to  die  for  us, 

Die  to  redeem  us  from  the  curse, 
He  took  our  weakness ;  bore  our  load  ; 
And  dearly  bought  us  with  his  blood, 
Dearly,  dearly,  &c. 

3  In  guilts  dark  dungeon  when  we  lay  ; 

Mercy  cry'd,  "  spare  ;"  and  justice,  "slay  j" 
But  Jesus  answer'd,  "  set  them  free  ; 
"  And  pardon  them  ;  and  punish  me," 
Pardon,  pardon,  &c. 

4  Salvation  is  of  God  alone  ; 

Life  everlasting  in  his  Son  ; 
And  he,  that  gave  his  Son  to  bleed, 
Will  freely  give  us  all  we  need, 
Freely;  freely,  &c. 
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Believe  the  gospel,  and  rejoice, 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice  ; 

His  goodness  praise,  his  wonders  tell, 
Who  ransom'd  all  our  souls  from  hell, 
Ransom'd,  ransom'd,  &c. 

HYMN  CCXLVL 

T3ISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heav'n,  thy  native  place. 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 
Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  ail  their  course  ; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  ; 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face  ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 
Fly  the  riches,  fly  the  cares  ; 

While  I  thatfccoast  explore  ; 
Flatt'ring  world,  with  all  chy  snares, 

Solicit  me  no  more. 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home  ; 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night, 
When  the  last  dear  mom  is  come, 

They'll  rise  to  joyful  light. 
Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  1 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

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Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  giv'n, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heav'n. 

HYMN  CCXLVIL 

1  J^ISE,  Zion,  shine,  thy  light  is  come, 

The  glorious  day's  begun, 
These  beams  we  see  so  bright  that  be, 
Dart  from  the  glorious  Sun. 

2  Of  right'ousness,  that  rising  is; 

The  day  doth  dawn  apace  ; 
The  songs  of  praise  we  hear  a  days 
Of  Christ  and  his  free  grace, 

3  Are  tokens  plain,  the  Lamb  once  slaia 

Is  hast'ning  to  his  throne ; 
The  bride  doth  say,  come,  haste  away, 
My  dear  beloved  one. 

4  The  saints  rejoice,  the  turtle's  voice 

Is  heard  within  our  land: 
The  hundred  forty  four  thousand 
Shall  soon  with  Jesus  stand. 

5  And  they  shall  sing,  to  Christ  their  King, 

Their  songs  in  such  a  strain, 
That  learn  can  none  but  those  alone 
Who  with  the  Lord  shall  reign. 

6  Ye  taught  ones  of  the  Lord,  sing  praise 

To  th'  Lamb  the  throne  upon  ; 
'Tis  only  he  taught  you  and  me 
To  sing  the  Lamb's  new  song. 

HYMN  CCXLVIIL 

Mock  smite  en  ;  or,  the  rock  of  ages.     Is.  xxvi.  4. 

I.  DOCK  of  ages,  shelter  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ! 


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Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  thy  wounded  side  which  flow'd, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  ahdpow'r. 

Not  the  labour  of  my  hands, 
Can  fulfil  thy  law's  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  clin^; 
Naked  come  to  thee  for  dress, 
Helpless  look  to  thee  for  grace  ; 
Black,  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
Wash  me  Saviour,  or  I  oie  1 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting*  breath, 
When  my  eye-strings  break  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  shelter  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


HYMN  CCXLIX. 

1  gALVATION,  oh  the  joyful  sound, 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ear  ! 
A  sov' reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fear. 

2  Glory,  honour,  praise  and  power, 

Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer,  [Lord 

Hallelujah!  hallelujah!  hallelujah!  praise  th< 


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2  Bury'd  in  sorrow,  and  in  sin, 

A v  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine. 
To  see  an  heev'niy  day. 
Glory,  honour,  &c. 

3  Salvation?  let  the  ecno  fly, 

The  spacious  earth  around  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 
Glory,  honour,  &c. 

HYMN  CCL. 

An  hafifiy  moment  9 

1  g  AVIOUR,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 

Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood ; 
And  my  weary  troubled  spirit 

Nov,  finds  rest  in  thee,  my  God : 
I  am  safe,  and  I  am  happy? 

While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie  ; 
Sin  and  Satan  cannot  hurt  me, 

When  the  Saviour  is  so  nigh. 

2  Now  I'll  sing  of  Jesu's  merit, 

Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name  ; 
That  if  any  want  his  Spirit, 

He  is  still  the  very  same : 
He  that  asketh,  soon  i  eceiveth, 

He  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find  ; 
Come,  for  whosoe'er  believeth, 

He  will  never  cast  behind. 

3  Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading 

With  his  Father,  and  our  God; 
Now  for  us  he's  interceeding, 

As  the  purchase  of  his  biood: 
Now  methinks  I  hear  him  prayings 

Father  save  them,  I  have  dy'd  j 


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And  the  Father  answers,  saying, 
Thoy  are  freely  justify'd. 

HYMN  CCLI. 

1  gAVIOUR  of  men,  we  bless  thy  name, 

For  thou  art  good  for  evermore  ; 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  we  would  proclaim* 
And  thine  eternal  love  adore. 

2  Thy  glory  shall  for  ever  stand, 

Thy  truth  remains  both  firm  and  sure: 
Our  souls  we  venture  in  thine  hand, 
And  there  we  know  we  are  Secure. 

3  Though  troubles  come  and  sorrows  rise, 

We  will  not  fear  for  God's  our  aid; 
111  tidings  cannot  these  surprize, 
Who  are  upon  Jehovah  stay'd. 

4  Glory  to  Christ  our  faithful  friend  ; 

(He  is  the  Lord  whom  angels  fear,) 
On  him  we  always  would  depend, 
And  in  his  right'ousness  appear. 

5  We  love  the  Lord  our  God  most  high, 

His  grace  demands  our  noblest  song ; 
All  praise  to  Christ  who  came  to  die, 
To  him  all  glory  doth  belong. 

HYMN  CCLIL 

1   CAW  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 
Little  as  an  human  hand? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  laniV 
Lo  the  promise  of  a  show'r 
-Drops  already  from  above, 
But  the  Lord  shall  shortly  pour 
All  the  spirit  of  his  love. 


2  Sons  of  God  your  Saviour  praise, 

He  a  door  hath  open'd  wide, 
He  hath  giv'n  the  word  of  grace 

Jesu's  word  is  glorify' d  : 
Jesu's  mighty  to  redeem, 

He  alone  the  work  hath  wrought, 
Worthy  is  the  work  of  him, 

Who  all  things  to  being  brought. 
S  When  he  first  the  work  begun 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day, 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run, 

Now  it  spreads  its  glorious  way  ; 
More  and  more  it  shines  and  grows, 

Ever  mighty  to  prevail ; 
Sin's  strong  holds  it  now  o'erthrows, 

Shakes  the  trembling  gates  of  hell. 

HYMN  CCLI1I. 

For  a  sick  person. 

1  GEE,  gracious  Lord,  with  pitying  eyes, 

Beneath  thy  hand  a  suff'rer  lies, 
Thy  mercy,  not  thine  anger  proves  ; 
And  sick  he  is  whom  Jesus  loves. 

2  His  to  thine  own  afflictions  join, 
Accept,  exalt,  and  count  them  thine; 
Thy  passion  which  remains  fulfil, 
And  suffer  in  thy  members  still. 

3  His  sickness  feel,  endure  his  pain, 
His  burden  bear,  his  cross  sustain  ; 
Grieve  in  his  griefs,  and  sig',  his  sighs, 
And  breathe  his  wishes  to  the  skies. 

4  Enter  his  heart,  possess  him  whole, 
Inspire  and  actuate  his  soul; 
Himself  no  longer  let  it  be 

That  suffers  or  that  lives  but  thee. 


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5  Thyself  through  sufferings  perfect  made, 
Conform  him  thus  to  thee  his  head  ; 
Refine,  and  raise  his  virtue  higb'r; 
When  try'd  and  purify'd  by  fire, 

6  So  when  his  eyes  behold  thee  near, 
And  thou  his  hidden  life  appear; 
Bright  in  thy  likeness  shall  he  shine. 
And  glorious  all,  and  all  divine, 

HYMN  CCLIV. 

Whiter* 

1  §EE  how  rude  winter's  icy  hand 

Has  stript  the  trees,  and  seaPd  the  ground  ; 
But  spring  shall  soon  his  rage  withstand, 
And  spread  new  beauties  all  around. 

2  My  soul  a  sharper  winter  mourns, 
Barren  and  lifeless  I  remain, 
When  will  the  gentle  spring  return, 
And  bid  my  graces  grow  again  I 

3  Jesus,  my  glorious  sun,  arise, 

*Tis  thine  the  frozen  heart  to  move ; 

Oh  !  bush  these  storms,  and  clear  my  skies, 

And  let  me  feel  thy  vital  love. 

4  Dear  Lord,  regard  my  feeble  cry, 
I  faint  and  droop  'till  thou  appear  ; 
Wilt  thou  permit  thy  plant  to  die  I 
Must  it  be  winter  all  the  year  I 

5  Be  still,  my  soul,  and  wait  his  hour, 
With  humble  pray*r  and  patient  faith, 
'Till  he  reveals  his  gracious  pow'r, 
Repose  on  what  his  promise  saith. 

6  He,  by  whose  all  commanding  words, 
Seasons  their  changing  course  maintain  ; 


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In  ev'ry  change  a  pledge  affords, 

That  none  shall  seek  his  face  in  vain, 

HYMN  CCLV. 

The  last  judgment.     Rev.  xxi.  5 — 8> 

I  QEE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
Fills  a  majestic  throne, 
While  from  the  skies  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  last  judgment  down. 
[2  "  I  am  the  first,  and  I  the  last, 

"  Through  endless  years  the  same  ; 
u  I  AM  is  my  memorial  still, 
"  And  my  eternal  name. 
3  «  Such  favours  as  a  God  can  give, 
"  My  royal  grace  bestows  'r 
<c  Ye  thirsty  souls  come  taste  the  stream  ; 
u  Where  life  and  pleasure  flows.] 

[4  u  The  saint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  sins, 
c<  I'll  own  him  for  a  son  ; 
"  The  whole  creation  shall  reward 
"  The  conquests  he  has  won. 

5  "  But  bloody  hands,  and  hearts  unclean, 

"  And  all  the  lying  race, 
"  The  faithless  and  the  scoffing  crew 
"  That  spurn  at  offered  grace. 

6  "  They  shall  be  taken  from  my  sight, 

"Bound  fast  in  iron  chains, 
"  And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  lake 
"  Where  fire  and  darkness  reigns."]} 

7  O  may  I  stand  before  the  Lamb, 

When  earth  and  seas  are  fled  ! 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name 
With  blessing  on  my  head  ! 
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8  May  I  with  those  for  ever  dwell, 
Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  sinners  banish'd  down  to  hell, 
No  more  offend  my  sight. 

HYMN  CCLVI. 

Let  the  wicked  forsake  his  way^  life.     Ij>.  lv.  7. 

1  gINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard; 

'Tis  mercy  speaks  to  day ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sov'reign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  strings  within  your  breast, 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell ; 

Why  will  you  presevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  woe  ! 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live. 

Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

6  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  ev'ry  sin ; 
Submit  to  him  your  sov'reic;n  Lord, 
And  lear.n  his  will  divine. 

7  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts  ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 


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He  will  forgive  your  num'rous  faults, 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 

HYMN  CCLVII. 

1  gHALL  I  for  fear  of  feeble  man, 

Thy  Spirit's  course  in  me  restrain  ? 
Or  undismay'd,  in  deed  and  word 
Be  a  true  witness  to  my  Lord  i 

2  Aw'd  by  a  mortal's  frown,  shall  I 

Conceal  the  word  of  God  most  high  ? 
How  then  before  thee  shall  I  dare 
To  stand,  or  how  thine  anger  bear  ? 

3  Shall  I,  to  soothe  th'  unholy  throng 

Soften  thy  truths,  and  smooth  my  tongue  ? 
To  gain  earth's  gilded  toys^  or  flee 
The  cross  endur'd,  my  God,  by  thee  ! 

4  What  then  is  he,  whose  scorn  I  dread  ; 

Whose  wrath  or  hate  makes  me  afraid  ? 
A  man,  an  heir  of  death,  a  slave 
To  sin,  a  bubble  on  the  wave  I 

5  Yea,  let  man  rage  !  since  thou  wilt  spread 

Thy  shadowing  wings  around  my  head  ; 
Since  in  all  pain  thy  tender  love 

Will  still  my  sweet  refreshment  prove. 

6  Saviour  of  men  1  thy  searching  eye 

Does  all  my  inmost  thoughts  descry: 
Doth  ought  on  earth  my  wishes  raise, 
Or  the  wprld's  favour,  or  its  praise  ? 

7  The  love  of  Christ  does  me  constrain 

To  seek  the  wand' ring  souls  of  men  ; 
With  cries,  intreaties.  tears,  to  save, 
To  snatch  them  from  the  gaping  grave. 

8  For  this  let  men  reveal  my  name ; 

No  cross  I  shun,  I  fear  no  shame: 


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All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  pain  ! 
Only  thy  terrors,  Lord,  restrain. 

9  My  life,  my  blood  I  here  present, 

If  for  thy  truth  they  may  be  spent ; 
Fulfil  thy  sov'reign  counsel,  Lord  ! 
Thy  will  be  done,  thy  name  ador'd  ! 

10  Give  me  thy  strength,  O  God  of  pow'r! 

Then  let  winds  blow,  or  thunders  roar, 
Thy  faithful  witness  will  I  be  : 

'Tis  fix'd  !  I  can  do  all  through  thee. 

HYMN  CCLVIII. 

God  Jar  above,  creatures  ;  or,  man  vain  and  mortal* 
Job  iv.  17—21. 

1  QHALL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood, 

Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ! 
Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just  than  he? 

2  Behold,  he  puts  his  trust  in  none 
Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures  when  comparYi  with  hisi 
Are  neither  holy,  just,  nor  wise. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  spring  from  dust,  and  dwell  in  clay ! 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 

We  faint  and  vanish  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  ciie  by  thousands  in  thy  sight ; 
Bury*d  in  dust  whole  nations  lie 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

5  Almighty  pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow  ; 
How  trail  are  we  !   how  glorious  thou  ! 
No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 


HYMN  CCLIX. 

Christ  the  wisdom  of  God.     Prov.  viii.  1.  22 — 32. 

1  gHALL  wisdom  cry  aloud, 

And  not  her  speech  be  heard  ? 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word, 
Deserves  it  no  regard  ? 

2  "  I  was  his  chief  delight, 

"  His  everlasting  Son, 
u  Before,  the  first  of  all  his  works, 
"  Creation  was  begun. 

[3  M  Before  the  flying  clouds, 
"  Before  the  solid  land, 
"  Before  the  fields,  before  the  flood, 
"  I  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 

4  "  When  he  adorn'd  the  skies, 

"  And  built  them,  I  was  there, 
"  To  order  when  the  sun  should  rise* 
"  And  marshal  ev'ry  star. 

5  cc  When  he  pour'd  out  the  sea, 

"  And  spread  the  flowing  deep, 
"  I  give  the  flood  a  firm  decree 
"  In  its  own  bounds  to  keep.] 

6  I1  Upon  the  empty  air 

"  The  earth  was  balanc'd  well: 
a  With  joy  I  saw  the  mansion  where 
"  The  sons  of  men  should  dwell. 

7  "  My  busy  thoughts  at  first 

"  On  their  salvation  ran, 
"  E'er  sin  was  born,  or  Adam's  dust 
"  Was  fashion' d  to  a  man. 

8  "  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 

"  Ye  children,  and  be  wise  ; 
u  2 


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a  Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways: 
"  The  man  that  shuns  them  dies," 

HYMN  CCLX. 

The  brazen  serfient  ;  or,  looking  to  Jesus* 

1  OO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raise 

The  brazen  serpent  high  ; 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  ease, 
The  camp  forbore  to  die. 

2  "  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 

"  And  live,"  the  prophet  cries, 

But  Christ  performs  a  nobler  cure, 

When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 

High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns, 
Here  sinners,  by  th*  old  serpent  stung, 
Look  and  forget  their  pains. 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 

A  dying  world  revives ; 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

HYMN  CCLXI. 

Holiness  and  grace* 

1  CO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express, 

The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad, 

The  honours  of  our  Saviour-God  ; 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  pow'r  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  deny'd, 

Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 


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Whilst  justice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love, 

Our  inward  piety  approve. 
4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 

While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 

And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

HYMN  CCLXII. 

The  Christian  warfare* 

1   OTAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel  armour  on ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain,  Saviour's  gone. 
2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 
But  hell  and  sins  are  vanquished  foes  ; 
Thy  Jesus  nail'd  'em  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose.l 

[  3  What  though  the  prince  of  darkness  rage, 
And  waste  the  fury  of  his  spite  ; 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
To  fiery  deeps,  and  endless  night. 

4  What  though  thy  inward  lusts  rebel ; 
'Tis  but  a  struggling  gasp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 
Shall  slay  thy  sins,  and  end  the  strife.] 

5  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 
Press  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate, 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conq'rors  wait. 

6  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  Almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  leader's  praise. 


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HYMN  CCLXIIL 

To  the  Holy  Ghost. 

1  OTAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit  stay  ; 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite : 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 

Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all,  whoe'er  thy  grace  receiv'd, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  griev'd. 

3  But  O  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
Nor  in  thy  right'ous  anger  swear 

T'  exclude  me  from  my  people's  rest. 

4  If  yet  thou  canst  my  sins  forgive, 

Ev'n  now  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes  ; 
Me  to  thy  rest  of  love  receive, 
And  bless  me  with  a  calm  repose. 

5  Ev'n  now  my  weary  soul  release, 

And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand  ; 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

HYMN   CCLXIV. 

1  gTILL  out  of  the  deepest  abyss 
Of  trouble  I  mournfully  cry, 
And  pine  to  recover  my  peace, 

To  see  my  Redeemer,  and  die. 
I  cannot,  I  cannot  forbear 

These  passionate  longings  for  home  : 
O  when  will  my  spirit  be  there  ? 
O  when  will  the  messenger  come  I 


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2  Thy  nature  I  long  to  put  on, 

Thine  image  on  earth  to  regain, 
And  then  in  the  grave  to  lay  down 

My  burden  of  body  and  pain ; 
O  Jesus  in  pity  draw  near, 

And  lull  me  to  sleep  on  thy  breast  ; 
Appear,  to  my  rescue  appear, 

And  gather  me  into  thy  rest. 

3  To  take  a  poor  fugitive  in, 

The  arm  of  thy  mercy  display, 
And  give  me  to  rest  from  all  sin, 

And  bear  me  triumphant  away  : 
Away  from  a  world  of  distress, 

Away  to  the  mansions  above, 
The  heaven  of  seeing  thy  face, 

The  heaven  of  feeling  thy  love. 

HYMN  CCLXV. 

Christian  virtue*  ;  or,  the  difficulty  of  conversion. 

1  CTRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait, 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
'Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crouds  mistake  and  die. 

2  Beloved  self  must  be  deny'd, 

The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Passion  suppress'd  and  patience  try'd, 

And  vain  desires  subdu'd. 
[3  Flesh  is  a  dang'rous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Flesh  must  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd, 

Lest  they  destroy  our  souls. 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  banish'd  hence, 

(That  vile  idolatry) 
And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  sense, 
In  sweet  subjection  lye. 


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The  tongue,  that  most  unruly  pow'r, 

Requires  a  strong  restraint ; 
We  must  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 

And  pray,  but  never  faint.] 

Lord  !  can  a  feeble,  helpless  worm 

Fulfil  a  task  so  hard  ! 
Thy  grace  must  all  my  works  perform, 

And  give  thee  free  reward. 

HYMN  CCLXVI. 

The  divided  heart  lamented. 

gTR ANGE  that  so  much  of  heav'n  and  hell 

Should  in  one  bosom  meet ; 
Lord,  can  thy  Spirit  ever  dwell 

Where  Satan  has  a  seat  ? 
Now  I  am  all  transform'd  to  love, 

And  could  expire  in  praise  ; 
Then  soon  not  all  the  joys  above 

One  cheerful  note  can  raise. 
When  I  with  pensive  thoughts  review 

The  mazes  I  have  trod, 
Astonish'd  at  the  grace  that  drew 

My  wand* ring  soul  to  God. 
Oh  with  what  ardent  zeal  I  vow 

A  rectitude  within  ! 
What  indignation  fires  me  now, 

At  the  mere  thoughts  of  sin  ! 

But  vain  amusements,  hurrying  cares, 

Trifles  of  loss  or  gain, 
Or  carnal  joys,  or  worldly  fears, 

Seduce  my  heart  again. 
By  faithful  hopes,  and  golden  dreams, 

I'm  nurtur'd  or  betray'd, 


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Still  toss'd  between  the  two  extremes, 
Too  vain,  or  too  dismay'd. 

7  Decide  the  dubious  awful  case, 
By  some  assuring  sign  ; 
And  oh  may  thy  all  conqu'ring  grace 
Declare  that  I  am  thine  i 

HYMN  CCLXVII. 

A  psalm  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  O  WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 

To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing; 
To  shew  thy  love  by  morning  light. 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  1 
How  deep  thy  counsels  i  how  divine  1 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die ; 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Blast  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worst  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  ; 


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My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desir'd  or  wish'd  below  ; 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

HYMN  CCLXVIII. 

The  -vanity  of  men  as  mortal* 

1  HP  EACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 

Thou  Maker  of  my  frame ; 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain, 
They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love? 
But  all  the  noise  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honours  gaudy  show, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who, 
And  strait  are  seen  no  more. 

5  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for  then 

From  creatures  earth  and  dust  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recal ; 


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I  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

HYMN  CCLXIX. 

The  everlasting  absence  of  God  intolerable. 

1  HP  HAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Tb'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test.  5* 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sov'reign  of  my  heart, 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 

Pronounce  the  sound,  depart  ? 

[3  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 
Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
'Twouid  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear.] 

p  What,  to  be  banish'd  from  my  life, 
And  yet  forbid  to  die  ? 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly  ?] 

5  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love. 

6  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee. 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

7  O  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands, 
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Shew  me  some  promise  in  thy  book 

Where  my  salvation  stands  1 
[8  Give  me  one  kind  assuring  word 

To  sink  my  fears  again  ; 
And  cheerfully  my  soul  shall  wait 

Her  threescore  years  and  ten. J 

HYMN  CCLXX. 

The  believer's  safety* 

1  F"P HAT  man  no  guard  or  weapon  needs, 

Whose  heart  the  blood  of  Jesus  knows  ; 
But  safe  may  pass  if  duty  leads, 

Through  burning  sands  or  mountain  snows. 

2  Released  from  guilt  he  feels  no  fear, 

Redemption  is  his  shield  and  tow'r  ; 
He  sees  his  Saviour  always  near 
To  help  in  ev'ry  trying  hour. 

3  Though  I  am  weak,  and  Satan  strong, 

And  often  to  assault  me  tries ; 
When  Jesus  is  my  shield  and  song, 
Abash'd  the  wolf  before  me  flies. 

4  His  love  possessing,  I  am  blest, 

Secure  whatever  change  may  come  ; 
Whither  I  go  to  east  or  west, 

With  him  i  still  shall  be  at  home. 

5  If  plac'd  beneath  the  northern  pole, 

Though  winter  reigns  with  vigour  there  ; 
His  gracious  beams  would  cheer  my  soul, 
And  make  a  spring  throughout  the  year. 

6  Or  if  the  desart's  sun-burnt  soih 

My  lonely  dwelling  e'er  should  prove, 
His  presence  would  support  my  toil, 
Whose  smile  is  life,  whose  voice  is  love. 


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HYMN  CCLXXI. 

Noah  preserved  in  the  Ark,  and  believers  in 
Christ.      1  Pet.  iii.  20,  21. 

1  rpHE  delude,  at  th'  Almighty's  call, 

In  what  impetuous  streams  it  fell ! 
Swallow'd  the  mountains  in  his  rage, 
And  swept  a  guilty  world  to  hell. 

2  In  vain  the  tallest  sons  of  pride, 

Fled  from  the  close  pursuing  wave ; 
Nor  could  the  mightiest  tow'rs  defend, 
Nor  swiftness  'scape,  nor  courage  save. 

3  How  dire  the  wreck  !  how  loud  the  roar  ! 

How  shrill  the  universal  cry 
Of  millions  in  the  last  despair, 
Re-echo'd  from  the  low'ring  sky  i 

4  Yet  Noah,  humble  happy  saint, 

Surrounded  with  the  chosen  few, 
Sat  in  his  Ark,  secure  from  fear, 

And  sang  the  grace  that  steer'd  him  through. 

5  So  I  may  sing,  in  Jesus  safe, 

While  storms  of  vengeance  round  me  fall, 
Conscious  how  high  my  hopes  are  fix'd, 
Beyond  what  shakes  this  earthly  ball. 

6  Enter  thine  Ark,  while  patience  waitSj 

Nor  ever  quit  that  sure  retreat : 
Then  the  wide  flood,  which  buries  earth, 
Shall  waft  thee  to  a  fairer  seat. 

7  Nor  wreck  nor  ruin  there  is  seen  ; 

There  not  a  wave  of  trouble  rolls ; 

But  the  bright  rainbow  round  the  throne 

Seals  endless  life  to  all  their  souls. 


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HYMN  CCLXXII. 

The  fountain  of  Christ.     Zech.  xiii.  I. 

T^HE  fountain  of  Christ 

Assist  me  to  sing, 
The  blood  of  our  Priest, 

Our  crucify'd  Kin$  ; 
Which  perfectly  cleanses 

From  sin,  and  from  filth  ; 
And  richly  dispenses 

Salvation  and  health. 
This  fountain  so  dear 

He'll  fr  c-!y  impart ; 
Unlock';  uy  uie  spear, 

It  gush'd  from  his  heart, 
With  blood,  and  with  water, 

The  first  to  atone, 
To  cleanse  us  the  latter, 

The  fountain's  but  one. 
This  fountain  is  such 

(As  thousands  can  tell) 
The  moment  we  touch 

It's  streams,  we  are  well, 
All  waters  beside  them 

Are  full  of  the  curse  ; 
For  all  that  have  iry'd  them 

Swell,  rot,  and  grow  worse. 

This  fountain,  sick  soul, 

Recovers  thee  quite  ; 
Bathe  here,  and  be  whole; 

Wash  here  and  be  white  ; 
Whatever  diseases 

Or    landers  befal, 
The  fountain  of  Jesus 

Will  rid  thee  of  all. 


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This  fountain  from  guilt 

Not  only  makes  pure, 
And  gives  soon  as  feit, 

Infallible  cure; 
But  if  guilt  removed, 

Return  and  remain, 
Its  pow'r  may  be  proved 

Again,  and  again. 

This  fountain  unseaPd, 

Stands  open  for  all, 
That  long  to  be  heal'd, 

The  great  and  the  small ; 
Here's  strength  for  the  weakly. 

That  hither  are  led  : 
Here's  health  for  the  sickly  ; 

Here's  life  for  the  dead. 

This  fountain  though  rich, 

From  charge  is  quite  clear ; 
The  poorer  the  wretch 

The  welcomer  here  ; 
Come  needy,  come  guilty, 

Come  loathsome  and  bare  ; 
You  can't  come  too  filthy, 

Come  just  as  you  are. 

This  fountain  in  vain 

Has  never  been  try'd, 
It  takes  out  all  stain 

Whenever  apply'd5; 
The  water  flows  sweetly 

With  virtue  divine, 
To  cleanse  souls  completely* 

Though  leprous  as  mine. 
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HYMN  CCLXXIII. 

Christ's  Kingdom  and  Majesty, 

1  THE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

Let  al1  the  nations  fear ; 

Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 

And  saints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord ; 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine  ; 
His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  terrible  his  praise  ! 
Justice  and  truth  and  judgment  join, 
In  ail  his  works  of  grace. 

HYMN  CCLXXIV. 

The  reflection  of  a  bafitized  believer — He  went  of 
his  way  rejoicing.    Acts  viii.  39, 

1  'THE  holy  eunuch,  when  baptiz'd, 

Went  on  his  way  with  joy  : 
And  who  can  tell  what  rapt'rous  thoughts, 
Did  then  his  mind  employ  ? 

2  *l  Is  that  most  glorious  Saviour  mine 

"Of  whom  I  lately  read  ? 
"  Who  bearing  all  my  sins  and  griefs, 
"  Was  number'd  with  the  dead  ?" 

3  "Is  he  who  bursting  from  the  grave  ; 

"  Now  reigns  above  the  sky, 


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*  My  advocate  before  the  throne, 
"  My  portion  when  I  die  ? 

4  "  Have  I  profess'd  his  holy  name  I 

"  Do  I  his  gospel  bear 
"  To  Ethiopia's  scorched  lands, 
11  And  shall  I  spread  it  there  ? 

5  "  Bless'd  pool  !  in  which  I  lately  lay, 

"  And  left  my  fears  behind  ; 
"  What  an  unworthy  wretch  am  I 
u  And  God  profusely  kind  ! 

6  "Bless'd  emblem  of  that  precious  blood 

"  Which  satisfy'd  for  sin  ; 
"  And  of  that  renovating  grace, 

"  Which  makes  the  conscience  clean." 

7  This  pattern,  Lord,  with  sacred  joy 

Help  us  to  keep  in  view  ; 
The  same  our  work,  the  same,  O  make 
Our  consolation  too. 

HYMN  CCLXXV. 

It  is  finished,     John  19,  30. 

1  «>rplS  finish'd,"  the  Redeemer  said, 

And  meekly  bow'd  his  dying  head 
Whilst  we  this  sentence  scan, 

Come,  sinners,  and  observe  the  word  ; 

Behold  the  conquests  of  the  Lord, 
Compleat  for  helpless  man. 

2  Finish'd  the  right'ousness  of  grace, 
Finish'd  for  sinners  pard'ning  peace  ; 

Their  mighty  debt  is  paid  : 
Accusing  law  cancell'd  by  blood, 
And  wrath  of  an  offended  God 

In  sweet  oblivion  laid. 


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3  Who  now  shall  urge  a  second  claim  I 

The  law  no  longer  can  condemn, 
Faith  a  release  can  shew  : 

Justice  itself  a  friend  appears, 
The  prison  house,,  a  whisper  hears, 

44  Loose  him,  and  let  him  go." 

4  O  unbelief,  injurious  bar  ! 

Source  of  tormenting,  fruitless  fear, 
Why  dost  thou  yet  reply  ? 

Where'er  thy  loud  objections  fall. 
"  Tis  ftnish'd,"  still  may  answer  all, 

And  silence  cv'ry  cry. 

5  His  toil  divinely  finish'd  stands, 

But  ah  !  the  praise  his  work  demands, 
Careful  may  we  attend  ! 

Conclusion  to  our  souls  be  this, 
Because  salvation  finish'd  is, 

Our  thanks  shall  never  end. 

HYMN  CCLXXVI. 

Who  hath  despised  the  day  of  small  things  ?   Zech 
iv.  10. 

1  rpHE  Lord  that  made  both  heav'n  and  earth, 

And  was  himself  made  man, 
Lay  in  the  womb  before  his  birth, 
Contracted  to  a  span  : 

2  Matur'd  by  time  'till  forth  he  came, 

A  babe  like  others  seen  ; 
As  small  in  size,  and  weak  of  frame* 
As  babes  have  always  been. 

3  From  thence  he  grew  an  infant  mild, 

By  fair  and  due  degrees  ; 
And  then  became  a  bigger  child, 
And  sat  on  Mary's  knees. 


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4  At  first  held  up  for  want  of  strength 

In  time  alone  he  ran  ; 
Then  grew  a  boy  ;  a  lad  at  length  ; 
A  youth  ;  at  last  a  man. 

5  Behold  from  what  beginnings  small  ! 

Our  great  salvation  rose  ! 
The  strength  of  God  is  own'd  by  all  ; 
But  who  his  weakness  knows  ? 

6  Thus  souls  that  would  to  heav'n  attain, 

Must  Jacob's  ladder  climb  ; 
And  step  by  step  the  summit  gain, 
In  measure  and  in  time. 

7  Let  not  the  strong  the  weak  despise  ; 

Their  faith,  though  small,  is  true  ; 
Though  low  they  seem  in  others  eyes  ; 
Their  Sav?our  seem'd  so  too. 

8  Nor  meanly  of  the  tempted  think  ; 

For,  oh  what  thought  can  tell, 
How  low  the  Lord  of  life  must  sink, 
Before  he  vanquish'd  hell  ! 

9  The  least  believer  is  a  saint, 

And  if  our  growth  be  slow, 
We  should  not  therefore  tire  and  faint, 
Since  Christ  himself  could  grow. 

10  As  in  the  days  of  flesh  he  grew, 

In  knowledge,  stature,  grace, 
So  in  the  soul  that's  born  anew, 
He  keeps  a  gradual  pace. 

1 1  No  less  Almighty  at  his  birth, 

Than  on  his  throne  supreme  : 
His  shoulders  held  up  heav'n  and  earth, 
When  Mary  held  up  him. 


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HYMN  CCLXXV1I. 

The  last  judgment :  or,  the  saints  rewarded, 

1  T^HE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne  ; 

Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh  ; 
The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 
And  near  the  western  sky. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 

M  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  j" 
No  more  abuse  his  long  delay, 
To  impudence  and  sin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  shall  comer 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way  ; 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear, 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  saints,"  (he  cries,) 

"  That  made  their  peace  with  God 
"  By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 
"  And  seul'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  light 

"  Shall  make  the  world  confess 

M  My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 

"  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 

HYMN  CCLXXVIII. 

dngels  ministering  to  Christ  and  saints, 

1   ^HE  majesty  of  Solomon  ! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
The  servants  waiting  round  his  throne* 
The  iv'ry  and  the  gold  ! 


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2  But  mighty  God  !  thy  palace  shines 
With  far  superior  beams  ; 
Thine  angel  guards  are  swift  as  winds, 
Thy  ministers  are  flames. 

[3  Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 
His  ent'rance  on  the  earth, 
A  shining  army  downward  fled, 
To  celebrate  his  birth. 

4  And,  when  opprest  with  pains  and  fears, 

On  the  cold  ground  he  lies, 
Behold  a  heav'nly  form  appears, 
TJ  allay  his  agonies.] 

5  Now  to  the  hands  of  Christ  our  King, 

Are  all  their  legions  giv'n ; 
They  wait  upon  his  saints  and  bring, 
His  chosen  heirs  to  heav'n. 

6  Pleasure  and  praise  run  through  their  host 

To  see  a  sinner  turn  ; 
Than  Satan  has  a  captive  lost, 
And  Christ  a  subject  born. 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 

When  he  his  angels  sends, 
Obstinate  rebels  to  destroy, 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 

8  O  !  could  I  say,  without  a  doubt, 

There  shall  my  soul  be  found, 
Then  let  the  great  arch-angel  shout, 
And  the  last  trumpet  sound. 

HYMN  CCLXXIX. 

Our  Lord  Jesus  at  his  own  table. 

\\  THE  mem'ry  of  our  dyii.g  Lord, 
Awakes  a  thankful  tongue ; 


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How  rich  he  spreads  his  royal  board, 
And  bless'd  the  food,  and  sung. 

2  Happy  the  man  that  eat  this  bread, 

But  doubly  bless'd  was  he 
That  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
And  lean'd  it,  Lord,  on  thee. 

3  By  faith  the  same  delights  we  taste 

As  that  great  fav'rite  did, 
And  sit  and  lean  on  Jesus'  breast ; 
And  take  the  heav'nly  bread.] 

4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  skies 

Hither  the  King  descends, 
M  Come,  my  beloved  eat  (he  cries) 
"  And  drink  salvation,  friends. 
[5  "  My  flesh  is  food  and  physic  too, 
44  A  balm  for  all  your  pains ; 
11  And  the  red  streams  of  pardon  flow 
44  From  these  my  pierced  veins."] 
6  Hosanna  to  his  bounteous  love 
For  such  a  feast  below  ! 
And  yet  he  feeds  his  saints  above 
With  nobler  blessings  too. 

\J  Come  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
That  brings  our  souls  to  rest ! 
Then  we  shall  need  these  types  no  more, 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  feast.] 

HYMN  CCLXXX. 

Perseverance. 

1   'T'HE  sinner  that  by  precious  faith, 
Has  felt  his  sins  forgiv'n, 
Is,  from  that  moment,  pass'd  from  death, 
And  scai'd  an  heir  of  heav'n. 


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2  Though  thousand  snares  enclose  his  feet, 

Not  one  shall  hold  him  fast ;     . 
Whatever  dangers  he  may  meet. 
He  shall  get  safe  at  last. 

3  Not  as  the  world  the  Saviour  giv'n, 

He  is  no  fickle  friend, 
Whom  once  he  loves,  he  never  leaves ; 
But  loves  him  to  the  end. 

4  The  spirit  that  would  this  truth  withstand, 

Would  pull  God's  temple  down, 

Wrest  Jesu's  sceptre  from  his  hand, 

And  spoil  him  from  his  crown. 

5  Satan  might  then  full  vict'ry  boast, 

The  church  might  wholly  fail ; 
If  one  believer  may  be  lost, 
It  follows,  so  may  all. 

6  But  Christ  in  ev'ry  age  has  prov'd 

His  purchase  firm  and  true, 
If  this  foundation  be  remov'd, 
What  shall  the  right'ous  do  ? 

7  Brethren  by  this  your  claim  abide, 

This  title  to  your  bliss  ; 
Whatever  loss  you  bear  beside, 
Oh,  never  give  up  this. 

HYMX  CCXXXI. 

Tribulation. 

1  HP  HE  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  press, 

Must  fix  this  firm  and  sure  ; 
That  tribulation,  more  or  less, 
They  must  and  shall  endure. 

2  From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt; 

'Tis  God's  own  wise  decree, 

Y 


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Satan  the  weakest  saint  will  tempt, 
Nor  is  the  strongest  free. 

3  The  world  opposes  from  without, 

And  unbelief  within; 
We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  doubt, 
And  feel  the  load  of  sin. 

4  Glad  frames  too  often  lift  us  up  ; 

And  then  how  proud  we  grow  ! 
'Till  sad  desertion  makes  us  droop ; 
And  down  we  sink  as  low. 

5  Ten  thousand  baits  the  foe  prepares 

To  catch  the  wand'ring  heart ; 
And  seldom  do  we  see  the  snares, 
Before  we  feel  the  smart. 

6  But  let  not  all  this  terrify, 

Pursue  the  narrow  path  ; 
Look  to  the  Lord  with  stedfast  eye 
And  fight  with  hell  by  faith. 

7  Though  we  are  feeble,  Christ  is  strong, 

His  promises  are  true, 
We  shall  be  conq'rors  all  ere  long, 
And  more  than  conq'rors  too. 

HYMN  CCLXXXII. 

1  rPHE  one  thing  needful,  that  good  part 

Which  Mary  chose  with  all  her  heart 
I  would  pursue  with  heart  and  mind; 
And  seek  unweary'd  till  I  find. 

2  But  oh  i  I'm  blind  and  ignorant, 

The  Spirit  of  the  Lord  I  want, 
To  guide  me  in  the  narrow  road, 
That  leads  to  happiness  and  God. 

3  O  Lord,  my  Goa  to  thee  I  pray, 

Teach  me  to  know,  and  find  the  way* 


How  I  may  have  my  sins  forgiv'n, 
And  safe,  and  surely  ^etto  heav'n. 

4  My  mind  enlighten  with  thy  light, 

That  I  may  understand  aright 
The  glorious  gospel  mystery, 

Which  shews  the  way  to  heav'n  and  thee. 

5  Hidden  in  Christ  the  treasure  lies, 

That  goodly  pearl  of  so  great  price  ; 
No  other  way  but  Christ,  there  is 
To  endless  happiness  and  biiss. 

6  O  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  and  God, 

Who  hast  redeem'd  me  by  thy  blood  ; 
Unite  my  heart  so  fast  to  thee, 
That  we  may  never  parted  be. 

HYMN  CCLXXXIII. 

1  HTHE  saints  appear  to  tread  the  courts 

Of  their  dear  God  below  ; 
Behold  the  multitude  resorts 
To  hear  the  trumpet  blow. 

2  Lord  God  appear  for  our  relief, 

What  can  we  do  aione  ? 
Come  Saviour,  banish  unbelief, 
And  take  us  for  thine  own. 

3  Our  eyes,  O  Lord,  are  unto  thee, 

Assist  us,  Lord,  we  pray ; 
O  may  thy  Spirit  present  be  ; 
O  Lord,  thy  pow'r  display. 

4  Jesus,  let  us  thy  gospel  hear, 

Teach  us  to  know  thy  voice ; 
Make  ev'ry  stubborn  sinner  fear, 
And  all  thy  saints  rejoice. 


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5  Come  Lord,  nor  let  us  be  dismay'd ; 

Lord,  hear  thy  people  pray  ; 
And  let  thy  mercy  be  display'd 
Amongst  us  here  this  day. 

6  May  sinners  near  thy  pow'rful  call 

And  thy  salvation  see  ; 
So  shall  our  hearts,  both  one  and  ally 
Sing  son- s  of  praise  to  thee. 


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HYMN  CCLXXXIV. 

rPHE  Sun  of  right'ousness  appears, 
To  set  in  blood  no  more  i 


Adore  the  scatt'rer  ct  your  fears, 
Your  rising  sun  ^dore. 

2  The  saints,  when  he  resigned  his  breath, 
Uncios'd  their  sleeping  eyes  ; 

He  breaks  again  the  bands  of  death, 
Again  the  dt-ad  arise. 

3  Alone  the  dreadful  race  he  ran, 

^e-press  trod  ; 
He  dy*d,  and  sutfer'd  as  a  man, 
He  rises  as  a  Clod. 

4  In  v  in  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Forbi-1  an  early  rise, 

To  him  who  breaks  the  gates  of  hell, 
And  opens  parauise. 

HYMN  CCLXXXV. 

Frail  life  and  .succeeding  eternity, 

I  '"PHEE  we  adore,  eternal  name  ! 

And  humbly  own  to  thee, 

How  feebie  is  our  mortal  Irame, 

What  dying  worms  arc  we  1 


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[2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 
As  months  and  days  increase  ; 
And  ev'ry  beating;  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  it  first  gave  ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  whate'er  we  be, 

We're  trav'ling  to  the  grave.] 

4  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Good  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things  ! 
Th'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 

6  Infinite  joy,  or  wretched  woe, 

Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurry'd  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 

HYMN  CCLXXXVI. 

Death  and  immediate  glory. 

1  ^HERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands 

Eternal,  and  on  high. 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands, 
'Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolv'd  and  fall; 
Y  2 


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Then  O  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  t's  call. 

3  'Tis  lie,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

'   That  forms  the-  fit  for  heav'n  I 
AiKi  ms  v  ice, 

Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  j.vs  to  come; 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But  white  the  body  is  our  home, 
W  sent  from  the  Lord. 

5  *Tis  i  to  believe  thy  grace, 

Bui  9  sec  ; 

We  would  be  absent  from  the  fles-h, 
And  present,  .Lord,  with  thee. 

HYMN  CCLXXXVII. 

The  martyr a  glorified.     Rev  vii.  13,  8cc. 

1  npHESE^Iorifous  minds  how  bright  they  shine! 

Wh  array? 

How  c;ime  (hey  to  the  happy  seats 
Oi'  everlasting  day  r 

2  From  torfi  to  endless  joys, 

On  f)  :ry  whe<  Is  they  rode, 
An  sh'd  their  raiments  white 

In  Jesu's  dying  blood. 

6  Now     h  y  c»pp  spotless  God, 

An  lis  throne ; 

Their  W*ti  -  and  s.xred  songs 

Adore  «:  «e. 

4  The  u  of  his  face 

A  Es  reside, 

While  I  ie  i  ic  h  treasure  of"  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  supply'd. 


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5  Tormenting  thirst  shall  leave  their  souls* 

And  hunger  flee  as  fast ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 

6  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heav'nly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rise, 

And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 

The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 

HYMN  CCLXXXVIII. 

Saints  dwell  in  heaven  ;  or,  Christ's  Ascension* 

1  HP  HIS  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

And  men  and  worms,  and  beasts  and  birds  j 
He  rais'd  the  buildings  on  the  seas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 

Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  sky, 
Who  shall  g  scend  that  blest  abode  ? 
And  dwell  so  near  his  Maker  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  sin, 

Whose  heart  is  pure,  whose  hands  are  clean* 
Him  shall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  bless, 
And  clothe  his  soul  with  right'ou^ness. 

4  These  are  the  men.  the  pious  race, 

That  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
They  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight* 
And  dwell  in  everlasting  light 

5  Rejoice  ye  shining  worlds  on  high, 

Behold  the  King  of  glory's  nigh  ; 
Who  can  this  King  of  giory  be  ; 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  display 

To  make  the  Lord  the  Saviour  way  % 


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Laden  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conq'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  goes  before, 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  door, 

To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode, 

Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

HYMN  CCLXXXIX. 

Jericho  ;  or^  the  waters  healed. 

HPHOUGH  Jericho  pleasantly  stood, 
And  look'd  like  a  promising  soil ; 
The  harvest  produc'd  little  food, 

To  answer  the  husbandman's  toil: 
The  water  some  property  had, 

Which  poisonous  prov'd  to  the  ground  ; 
The  springs  were  corrupted  and  bad, 

The  streams  spread  a  barrenness  round. 
But  soon  by  the  cruise  and  the  salt, 

Prepared  by  Elisha's  command, 
The  water  was  cur'd  of  its  fault 

And  plenty  enriched  the  land: 
An  emblem  sure  this  of  the  grace 

On  fruitless  dead  sinners  bestow'd  ; 
For  man  is  in  Jericho's  case, 

Till  cur'd  by  the  mercy  of  God. 

How  noble  a  creature  he  seems  ! 

What  knowledge,  invention  ^nd  skill  \ 
How  large  and  extensive  his  schemes! 

How  much  can  he  do  if  he  will  ! 
His  zeal  to  be  learned  and  wise. 

Will  yield  to  no  limits  or  bars  ; 
He  measures  the  earth  and  the  skies, 

And  numbers  and  marshals  the  stars.  I 


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4  Yet  still  he  is  barren  of  good  ; 

In  vain  are  his  talents  and  art ; 
For  sin  has  infected  nib  blood, 

And  poison'd  the  streams  of  his  heart : 
The  cockatrice  eggs  he  can  hatch, 

Or,  spider-like,  cobwebs  can  weave  ; 
'Tis  madness  to  labour  and  watch 

For  what  will  destroy  and  deceive. 

5  But  grace,  like  the  salt  in  the  cruise, 

When  cast  in  the  spring  of  the  soul, 
A  wonderful  change  will  produce,    ^ 

Diffusing  new  life  through  the  whole: 
The  wilderness  blooms  like  &  rose, 

The  heart  which  war.  vile  and  abhorr'd, 
Now  fruitful  and  beautiful  grows, 

The  garden  and  joy  of  the  Lord. 

HYMN  CC5C. 

Lo7iging  after  Christ* 

1  n^HOU  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine, 

The  joy  and  desire  of  my  heart ; 
For  closer  communion  1  pine  ; 

I  long  to  reside  where  thou  art: 
The  pasture  I  languish  to  find, 

Where  ail,  who  their  Shepherd  obey, 
Are  ftd,  on  thy  bosom  rechn'd, 

Are  screen'd  from  the  heat  of  the  day. 

2  Ah  !   shew  me  that  happiest  place, 
That  place  of  thy  people's  cbode ; 

Where  saints  in  an  ext-icy  *r<>ze, 
And  Uang  on  a  crucify'd  God  : 

Thy  love  for  a  sinner  declare  ; 

Thy  passion  and  death  on  the  tree  ; 

My  spirit  to  Calvary  bear, 

To  suffer  and  triumph  with  thee. 


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3  'Tis  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  flock, 

There  only  I  covet  to  rest ; 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 

Or  rise  to  be  hid  in  thy  breast ; 
'Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 

And  never  a  moment  depart, 
Conceai'd  in  the  cleft  of  thy  side, 

Eternally  held  in  thine  heart. 

HYMN  CCXCI. 

An  evening  song. 

Tl  HTHOU  sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  song 
L  Like  holy  incense  rise  ; 

Assist  the  ofT  'rings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard, 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  stood  preparM.J 

3  Perpetual  blessings  trom  above 

Encompass  me  around, 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  1 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  dy'd 

To  save  my  wretched  soul  \ 
How  are  my  follies  multiply'd, 
Fast  as  the  minutes  roll. 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 


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As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

HYMN  CCXCII. 

The  Lord  will  fir  oroide. 

1  rpHOUGH  troubles  assail, 

And  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail* 

And  foes  all  unite  , 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us, 

Whatever  betiae, 
The  Scripture  assures  us, 

"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

2  The  birds  without  barn 

Or  storehouse  are  fed, 
From  them  let  us  learn 

To  trust  for  our  bread  : 
His  saints,  what  is  fitting, 

Shall  ne'er  be  deny'd, 
So  long  as  'tis  written 

"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

3  We  may,  like  the  ships, 

By  tempests  be  tost 
On  perilous  deeps, 

But  cannot  be  lost ; 
Though  Satan  enrages 

The  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  promise  engages, 

11  The  Lord  will  provide." 

4  His  Call  we  obey 

Like  Abra'm  of  old, 
Not  our  way, 

Br  kes  us  bold; 

For  though  we  are  strangers 

We  have  a  good  guide, 


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And  trust  in  all  dangers, 
"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

5  When  Satan  appears 

To  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears, 

We  triumph  by  faith ; 
He  cannot  take  from  us, 

Though  oft*  he  has  try'd, 
This  heart  cheering  promise, 

"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak, 

Our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  seek 

We  ne'er  shall  obtain  ; 
But  when  such  suggestions 

Our  spirits  have  ply'd, 
This  answers  all  questions, 

"The  Lord  will  provide/' 

7  No  strength  of  our  own, 

Or  goodness  we  claim, 
Yet  since  we  have  known 

The  Saviour's  great  name, 
In  this  our  strong  tower 

For  safety  we  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power, 

"  The  Lord  will  provide," 

8  When  life  sinks  apace, 

And  death  is  in  view, 
This  word  of  his  grace 

Shall  comfort  us  through  ; 
No  fearing  or  doubting 

With  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting, 

"  The  Lord  will  provide." 


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HYMN  CCXCIII. 

Agur's  wish.     Pro  v.  xxx.  7,  8,  9. 

1  ^HUS  Agur  breath'd  his  warm  desire ; 

u  My  God,  two  favours  I  require, 
44  In  neither  my  request  deny, 
44  Vouchsafe  them  both  before  I  die. 

2  "Far  from  my  heart  and  tents  exclude 
44  Those  enemies  to  all  that's  good, 

44  Folly,  whose  pleasures  end  in  death, 
44  And  falsehoods  pestilential  breath  * 

3  "  Be  neither  wealth  nor  want  my  lot ; 
44  Below  the  dome,  above  the  cot, 

44  Let  me  my  life  unanxious  lead, 
44  And  know  not  luxury  nor  need/' 

^  These  wishes,  Lord,  we  make  our  own, 
O  shed  in  moderation  down 
Thy  bounties,  'till  this  mortal  breath, 
Expiring  tunes  thy  praise  in  death  I 

5  But  should'st  thou  large  possessions  give, 
May  we  with  thankfulness  receive 

The  good  and — still  our  God  adore, 
And  bless  the  needy  from  our  store. 

6  Or  should  we  feel  the  pains  of  want, 
Submission,  resignation  grant, 

Till  thou  shalt  send  the  wish'd  supply, 
Or  call  us  to  the  bliss  on  high. 

HYMN  CCXCIV. 

An  evening  hymn, 
I  rPHUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days; 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 
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2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home ; 
But  he  forgives  my  tollies  past, 
He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come* 

5  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  In  vain  the  sons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thousand  frightful  things ; 
My  God  in  safety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  his  wings. 

£5  Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear : 
O  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart ! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  thy  heart. 

6  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound.] 

HYMN  CCXCV. 

Godtdivella  with  the  humble  and  penitent .  Is.lviLl5,lfi 

1  HTHUS  saitb  the  high  and  lofty  One, 

"  I  sit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
"  My  name  is  God,  I  dwell  on  high, 
"  Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 

2  "  But  I  descend  on  worlds  below, 
"  On  earth  I  have  a  mansion  too; 
"  The  humble  spirit  and  contrite 
u  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight* 

3  "  The  humble  soul  my  words  revive, 
"  I  bid  the  humble  sinner  live ; 


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"  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
"  And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind* 

[4  "  When  1  contend  against  their  sin, 

"  I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been ; 
"  But  should  my  wrath  for  ever  smoke, 
"Their  souis  would  sink  beneath  my  stroke.'* 

5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Lest  we  should  faint,  despair  and  die  ! 
Thus  shall  our  bitter  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chast'ning  love.] 

HYMN  CCXCVI. 

After  baptism. 

1  '"THUS  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood  : 
Thus  one  day  also  was  baptiz'd 
In  tears,  and  sweat,  and  blood. 

2  Thus  was  his  sacred  body  laid 

Beneath  the  yielding  wave : 
Thus  was  his  sacred  body  rais'd 
Out  of  the  liquid  grave. 

3  The  mystic  rite  his  death  describ'd ; 

His  burial  did  foreshew, 
The  quick'ning  of  his  sacred  flesh  ; 
His  resurrection  too, 

4  Lord,  thy  own  precept  we  obey; 

In  thy  own  footsteps  tread  ; 
We  die  ;  are  buried  ;  rise  with  thee 
From  regions  of  the  dead, 

5  Spirit  of  grace,  and  truth,  and  love, 

Thy  pow'r  on  us  display; 
Approve  our  acts,  and  seal  our  souls 
To  the  redemption  day. 


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HYMN  CCXCVn. 

Desire  of  knowledge ;  ory  the  teaching  of  the  spirit, 
ivith  the  word. 

1  HPHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  s«e  thy  wonders  there. 

2  My  heart  was  fashion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  service  is  thy  due ; 
O  make  thy  servant  understand 
The  duties  he  must  do, 

3  Since  I'm  a  stranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid  ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  should  go., 
And  be  my  constant  guide. 

4  When  I  confess'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou  heard'st  my  soul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  shall  stray  again. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  statutes  shew, 

And  heav'nly  truths  impart, 
His  work  for  ever  I'll  pursue, 
His  law  shall  rule  my  heart. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

7  In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  ; 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  blessed  gospel  go, 
Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 
3  When  I  have  learn'd  my  father's  will, 
I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways ; 


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My  thankful  lips,  inspir'd  with  zeal. 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praise.} 

HYMN  CCXCVIII. 

1  *TpiS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought, 
Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  I 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame  I 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name  i 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove ; 
Ev'ry  trifle  gives  me  p^in, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  iove  ? 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain  and  wild  ; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  I 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

7  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  1  once  abhorr'd, 
Find  at  times,  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 

Thou,  who  art  thy  people's  sun  ; 
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Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun* 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

HYMN  CCXCIX. 

Lord's  day  morning. 

1  rVO  day  God  bids  the  faithful  rest, 

To  day  he  show'rs  his  grace ; 
u  Seek  ye  my  face,"  the  Lord  hath  said ; 
Lord,  we  will  seek  thy  face. 

2  Come,  let  us  leave  the  things  on  earth, 

With  God's  assembly  join; 
Lo  !  heav'n  descends  to  welcome  man, 
To  taste  the  things  divine  ! 

3  We  come  dear  Saviour,  lo !  we  come, 

Lord  of  our  life  and  soul : 
We  come  diseas'd,  and  faint,  and  sick, 
Be  pleas'd  to  make  us  whole. 

4  We  thirst  and  fly  to  thee,  O  Lord, 

Thou  fountain-head  of  good ; 
Filthy  we  come,  and  all  unclean; 
O  cleanse  us  in  thy  blood. 

5  O  may  we  please  our  God  to-day, 

May  that  be  all  our  care ! 
Give,  Lord  thy  grace,  lest  evil  thoughts 
Should  mingle  in  our  pray'r. 

6  Amid  th'  assembly  of  thy  saints, 

Let  us  be  faithful  found ; 


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And  let  us  join  in  humble  pray'r, 
And  in  thy  praise  abound. 
7  Let  thy  good  Spirit  help  our  souls, 
With  faith  thy  word  to  hear  ; 
Be  with  us  in  thy  temple,  Lord, 
And  let  us  find  thee  near. 

HYMN  CCC. 

A  fir  ay  er  for  persons  joined  in  fellowship. 

1  HPRY  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 

Of  ev'ry  sinful  heart, 
Whate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found 
O  bid  it  all  depart. 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortless, 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlasting  peace. 

o  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 

Each  other's  cross  to  bear  ; 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  little  stock  improve, 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

5  Up  into  thee  the  living  head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  spotless  here  below. 

6  Then  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought 

Receive  thy  ready  bride, 
Give  us  in  heav'n  a  happy  lot, 
With  all  the  sanctify'd. 


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HYMN  CCCI. 

TWO  are  better  far  than  one 

For  counsel  or  for  fight ; 
How  can  one  be  warm  alone  ? 

Or  serve  his  God  aright  ? 
Join  we  then  our  hearts  and  hands  : 

Each  to  love  provoke  his  friend ; 
Run  the  way  of  his  commands, 

And  keep  it  to  the  end. 

Woe  to  him  whose  spirits  droop ! 

To  him  who  falls  alone  ! 
He  has  none  to  lift  him  up, 

To  help  his  weakness  on  : 
Happier  we  each  other  keep; 

We  each  others  burdens  bear, 
Never  need  our  footsteps  slip, 

Upheld  by  mutual  pray'r. 

Who  of  twain  has  made  us  one* 

Maintains  our  unity  : 
Jesus  is  the  corner-stone, 

In  whom  we  all  agree  : 
Servants  of  one  common  Lord, 

Sweetly  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Who  can  break  a  threefold  cord, 

Or  part  whom  God  hath  join'd  ? 

Oh  that  all  with  us  might  prove 

The  fellowship  of  saints  ! 
Find  supply'd  in  Jesu's  love 

What  ev'ry  member  wants  ! 
Grasp  our  high  calling's  prize ! 

Feel  our  sins  on  earth  forgiv'n  ! 
RLe,  in  his  whole  image  rise, 

And  meet  our  head  in  heav'n. 


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HYMN  CCCU. 

God  our  preserver. 

JJPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  ; 
God  is  the  tow'r 
To  which  I  fly  ; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour. 
My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears3 
Those  wakeful  eyes, 
That  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep, 
When  dangers  rise. 

No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  ev'ning  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  ; 
Thou  art  my  sun, 
And  thou  my  shade 
To  guard  my  head, 
By  night  or  noon. 

Hast  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 

To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  bceath  \ 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


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HYMN  CCCIIL 

Death. 

"V*AIN  man  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear ; 

Repent ;  thy  end  is  nigh, 
Death  at  the  farthest  can't  be  far  ; 
Oh,  think  before  thou  die  ! 

2  Reflect,  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save, 

Thy  sins  how  high  they  mount ! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  thy  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dark  account  i 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence, 

His  time  there's  none  can  tell, 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven  or  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 

Shall  crawling  worms  consume  ; 
But  ah,  destruction  stops  not  there ; 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb  ! 

5  To  day,  the  gospel  calls,  to  day  ; 

Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you  ; 
Let  ev'ry  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 

6  Rich  mercy,  dearly  bought  with  blood, 

How  vile  soe'er  he  be, 
Abundant  pardon,  peace  with  God  ; 
All  giv'ii  entirely  free. 


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HYMN  CCC1V. 

The  church,  the  garden  of  Christ.     Sol.  Song  iv. 
12,  13,  15,  and  v.  1. 

1  \\7"E  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 

Chosen  and  made  peculiar  ground  ; 
A  little  spot,  enclos'd  by  grace, 
Out  of  the  world's  wild  wilderness. 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  spice  we  stand, 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  ; 
And  all  his  springs  in  Zion  flow, 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 
Spirit  divine  !  descend  and  breathe 
A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  best  spices  flow  abroad 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God  : 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  active  here. 

\S  Let  my  beloved  come  and  taste 
His  pleasant  fruits  at  his  own  feast ; 
1  come,  my  spouse,  I  come,  he  cries, 
With  love  and  pleasure  in  his  eyes. 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 

Well  pleas'd  to  smell  our  poor  perfumes, 
And  calls  us  to  a  feast  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,  milk,  or  wine. 

Y  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life  my  friends, 
The  blessings  that  my  Father  sends  ; 
Your  taste  shall  all  my  dainties  prove, 
And  drink  abundance  of  my  love. 


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8  Jesus,  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  sing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord : 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live, 
Demand  more  praise  than  tongues  can  give.] 

HYMN  CCCV. 

1  \\TE  bless  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

We  bless  the  Holy  Ghost  likewise  ; 
We  praise  the  sacred  Three  in  One, 
Who  made  our  souls  from  sin  to  rise. 

2  Thy  sacred  precepts  we  receive, 

O  Lord  we  bless  thy  holy  name, 

That  thou  should  ever  give  us  leave, 

And  charge  us  to  obey  the  same. 

3  It  is  an  honour  to  obey 

Thy  great  commands  before  all  men, 
So  we  have  trod  the  wat'ry  way, 
For  in  the  water  Christ  hath  been. 

4  This  ordinance  O  Lord  we  keep, 

According  to  thy  wise  design  ; 
Lord  may  we  walk  among  thy  sheep  ; 
We  seek  no  other  fold  but  thine. 

5  Lord  guide  us  by  thy  counsel  here, 

Till  we  this  gloomy  vale  have  past ; 
Save  us  from  sin,  save  us  from  fear, 
And  bring  us  to  thyself  at  last. 

HYMN  CCCVI. 

Travailing  in  birth  for  souls. 

1  YK/'HAT  contradictions  meet 
In  ministers  employ  ! 
It  is  a  bitter  sweet, 
A  sorrow  full  of  joy  : 


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No  other  post  affords  a  place 
For  equal  honour,  or  disgrace  ! 

Who  can  describe  the  pain 

Which  faithful  preachers  feel ; 

Constrained  to  speak  in  vain, 
To  hearts,  as  hard  as  steel  ? 

Or  who  can  tell  the  pleasures  felt, 

When  stubborn  hearts  begin  to  melt  ? 

The  Saviour's  dying  love, 

The  soul's  amazing  worth, 
Their  utmost  efforts  mo»e, 

And  draw  their  bowels  forth  : 
They  pray  and  strive,  their  rest  departs, 
Till  Christ  be  form'd  in  sinners'  hearts. 

If  some  small  hope  appear, 

They  still  are  not  content ; 
But  with  a  jealous  fear, 

They  watch  for  the  event : 
Too  oft  they  find  their  hopes  deceiv'd, 
Then,  how  their  inmost  souls  are  griev'd. 

But  when  their  pains  succeed, 

And  from  the  tender  blade 
The  rip'ning  ears  proceed, 

Their  toils  are  overpaid  : 
No  harvest  joy  can  equal  theirs, 
To  find  the  fruit  of  all  their  cares. 

On  what  has  now  been  sown 

Thy  blessing,  Lord  bestow ; 
The  pow'r  is  thine  alone, 

To  make  it  spring  and  grow : 
Do  thou  the  gracious  harvest  raise, 
And  thou,  alone,  shah  have  the  praise. 
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HYMN  CCCVII. 

Christ's  humiliation  and  exultation* 

i  "^y*HAT  equal  honours  shall  we  bring 

To  thee  O  Lord  our  God  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ?» 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  peace  that  groan'd  and  dy'd. 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 
Who  stood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar, 
Wisdom  belongs  to  Jesus  too, 

Though  he  was  charg'd  with  madness  here. 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
Yet  he  sustain'd  amazing  loss; 
To  him  ascribe  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  weakness  on  the  cross  : 

5  Honour  immortal  must  be  paid, 
Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn  : 
While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

6  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 
Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men: 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name. 
And  ev'ry  creature  say,  Amen. 

HYMN  CCCVIII. 

The  business  and  blessedness  of  glorified  saints. 
Rev.  vii.  13,  14,  15,  Sec. 

1   Ty  HAT  happy  men,  or  angels,  these 

That  all  their  robes  are  spotless  white  ? 


Whence  did  this  glorious  troop  arrive 
At  the  pure  realms  of  heav'nly  light  ? 

2  From  tort'ring  racks,  and  burning  fires, 
And  seas  of  their  own  blood  they  came  : 
But  nobler  blood  has  wash'd  their  robes, 
Flowing  from  Christ  the  dying  Lamb. 

3  Now  they  approach  th*  Almighty's  throne 
With  loud  hosanna's  night  and  day, 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-One, 
Measure  their  bless'd  eternity. 

4  No  more  shall  hunger  pain  their  souls: 
He  bids  their  parching  thirst  be  gone  ; 
And  spreads  the  shadow  of  his  wings, 
To  screen  them  from  the  scorching  sun. 

5  The  Lamb  that  fills  the  middle  throne, 
Shall  shed  around  his  milder  beams  ; 
There  shall  they  feast  on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  streams. 

6  Thus  shall  their  mighty  bliss  renew, 
Through  the  vast  round  of  endless  years, 
And  the  soft  hand  of  sov'reign  grace 
Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tears. 

HYMN  CCCIX: 

The  triumfih  of   Christ  over  the  enemies   of  his 
Church.     Isa.  lxiii,  1,  2,  3,  &c. 

1  ^THAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God, 

Comes  travelling  in  state 
Along  the  Idumean  road, 
Away  from  Bozrah's  gate  ! 

2  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 

Tia  some  victorious  King  : 
"  'Tis  I,  the  just  th'  Almighty  One, 
4t  That  your  salvation  bring. 


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3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  saints  inquire, 

Why  thine  apparel's  red  ? 
And  all  thy  vesture  stain'd  like  those 
Who  in  the  wine-press  tread  ? 

4  I  by  myself  have  trod  the  press, 

K  And  crush'd  my  foes  alone  ; 
"  My  wrath  bath  struck  the  rebels  dead, 
"  My  fury  stamp'd  them  down. 

5  "  ' Tis  Edom's  blood  that  dyes  my  robes 

u  With  joyful  scarlet  stains, 
"  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears, 
"  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins. 

6  "  Thus  shall  the  nations  be  destroy'd, 

"  That  dare  insult  my  saints  ; 
"  I  have  an  arm  t'avenge  their  wrongs, 
M  An  ear  for  their  complaints." 

HYMN  CCCX. 

Vows  made  in  trouble  fiaidin  the  churchy  or  fiublic 
thanks  fir  firivate  deliverance. 

1  \\T  H  AT  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 

For  all  his  kindness  shewn  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  son^s  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house 

My  off' rings  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows, 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  God  1 
How  clear  ihy  servants  in  thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  1 

4  How  nappy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 
How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 


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My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ev£r  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

HYMN  CCCXI. 

What  think  ye  of  Christ  ? 

1  TVTHAT  think  you  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test 

To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme  > 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you 

And  mercy  or  wrath  are  your  lot. 

2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 

A  man,  or  an  angei  at  most ; 
Sure  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost  : 
So  guilty,  so  helpless,  am  I 

I  durst  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  were  sure  he  is  God. 

3  Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 

And  say,  u  he's  the  fountain  of  joys  ;" 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 

And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys : 
Like  Judas  the  Saviour  they  kiss  : 

And  while  they  salute  him,  betray ; 
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Ah  !  what  will  profession  like  this 

Avail  in  his  terrible  day  ? 
4  If  ask'd,  what  of  Jesus  1  think  I 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor; 
I  say,  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store : 
My  Shepherd,  my  Husband,  my  Friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall ; 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  all. 

HYMN  CCCXII. 

Kxhortaiion  to  prayer. 

1  YX/'HAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 

In  coming  to  a  mercy  seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  pray'r> 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 

2  Pray'r  makes  the  dark'ned  cloud  withdraw, 
Pray'r  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  cv'ry  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  pray'r  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Pray'r  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles,  wrhen  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side;  (e) 
But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 

,  That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?  ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow  creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

(e)  Exod.  xvii.  11. 


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6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heav'n  in  supplication  sent  ! 
Your  cheerful  song  would  ofVner  be» 
"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 

HYMN  CCCXIIL 

Gratitude  to  God. 

1  "YlfHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys  ; 
Transported  with  the  view  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  O  how  shall  words  with  equal  warmth 

The  gratitude  declare, 
Which  glows  within  my  ravish'd  heart  ! 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 

3  Thy  providence  my  life  sustained, 

And  all  my  wants  redress'd, 

When  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay, 

And  hung  upon  the  breast. 

4  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 
To  form  themselves  in  pray'r. 

5  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 

From  whence  those  comforts  flow'd. 

6  When  in  the  slipp'xy  path  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm  unseen  convey'd  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

7  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils  and  death. 

It  gently  clear'd  my  way  ; 


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And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 

8  When  worn  with  sickness,   oft  hast  thoti 

With  health  renew'd  my  face  ; 
And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk 
Reviv'd  my  soul  with  grace. 

9  (Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  bliss 

Hath  made  my  cup  run  o'er, 

And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend 

Hast  doubled  all  my  store.) 

10  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

1 1  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

12  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  ni^ht 

Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

13  Through  ail  eternity  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  ; 
For  oh  !  eternity  alone 
-Can  utter  all  thy  praise. 

HYMN  CCCXIV. 

Difficulties,  in  the  way  of  duty,  surmounted—  Hln* 
der  me  not.    Gen.  xxiv.  564 

[I  TyHEN  Abraham's  servant  to  procure 
A  wife  for  Isaac  went, 

\  This  Hymn  may  begin  at  the  6th  verse. 


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He  met  Rebekah — told  his  wish, — 
Her  parents  gave  consent. 

2  Yet,  for  ten  days,  they  urg'd  the  man 

His  journey  to  delay  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  he  quick  reply'd, 
Since  God  hath  crown'd  my  way. 

3  'Twas  thus  I  cry'd,  when  Christ  the  Lord, 

My  soul  to  him  did  wed  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  nor  friends  nor  foes. 
Since  God  my  way  hath  sped. 

4  Stay,  says  the  world,  and  taste  awhile 

My  ev'ry  pleasant  sweet ; 
Hinder  me  not,  my  soul  replies  ; 
Because  the  way  is  great. 

5  Stay  Satan,  my  old  master  cries, 

Or  force  shall  thee  detain  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  I  will  be  gone, 
My  God  has  broke  thy  chain."] 

6  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  yemuch-lov'd  saints. 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

7  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 

Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 
&  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 

To  my  Emmanuel's  land. 
9  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
Hinder  me  not,  come  welcome  death, 

I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 


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HYMN  CCCXV. 

On  the  death  of  a  young  ficr*on. 

^y  HEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  trihute  pay 
Which  pity  must  demand 

While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

O  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  pow'r — I  too — must  die — 

Sirj*  deep  in  ev'ry  breast. 

Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  ; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour, 

To-morrow  death  may  come. 
The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene, 

May  ev'ry  heart  obey; 
Nor  be  the  heav'nly  warning  vain, 

VV  hich  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

O  let  us  fly,  to  lesus  fly, 

Whose  pow'rful  arm  can  save ; 

Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

Great  God,  thy  sov'reign  grace  impart, 
With  cleansing  healing  pow'r; 

This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
For  death's  surprising  hour. 

HYMN   CCCXVL 

\\THEN  Christ  shall  rend  from  end  to  end 

The  regions  of  the  air, 
And  split  the  skies  in  twain  likewise, 

Then  he'll  himself  appear. 
Then  he'll  appear  a  drawing  near 

With  armies  broad  and  long ; 


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In  rank  and  file,  ten  thousand  mile, 
Then  we  shall  see  the  throng. 

3  Then  he  will  tell  the  arch-angel, 

To  blow  the  trumpet  loud, 
That  all  may  hear,  both  far  and  near ; 
Oh  I  then  you'll  see  the  crowd. 

4  Then  he  will  call,  both  great  and  small, 

The  beggar,  prince,  and  drudge ; 
The  high,  the  low,  the  poor  also, 
To  come  before  their  Judge. 

5  The  sheep  shall  stand  at  Christ's  right  hand, 

But  goats  at  his  left  side  ; 

All  shall  appear,  from  far  and  near, 

To  have  their  causes  try'd. 
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6  Then  he  will  say,  depart  away, 

Ye  goats  go  down  to  dwell 
With  the  devil  and  his  angels, 
In  a  prepared  hell. 

7  But  to  the  rest,  "  come  up  ye  blest," 

(The  Saviour  he  will  say) 
"  Come  dwell  above,  and  rest  in  love, 
"  To  one  eternal  day. 

8  "  When  you've  been  there  ten  thousand  year, 

11  Bright  shining  like  the  sun, 
H  You've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
"  Than  when  you  first  begun. 

9  "  Those  robes  you  wear,  so  bright  and  fair, 

w  Which  dazzle  like  the  sun, 
"  I've  kept  above,  wrapt  up  in  love ; 
"Angels  ne'er  had  them  on. 

10  "  But  know  my  bride,  had  I  not  dy'd, 

You  must  have  naked  gone; 


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44  They're  made  for  you,  I  know  they'll  do, 
44  For  I  have  try'd  them  on. 

1 1  M  Now  who  are  they  that  dare  to  say 

44  I've  been  too  kind  to  these  ? 
c<  A  right  I  have  to  damn  or  save, 
44  Or  do  just  what  I  please." 

12  Jesus  I  thirst,  and  go  I  must, 

I  long  to  be  above  ; 
I  long  to  sing,  and  praise  my  King, 
Where  oceans  flow  with  love. 

HYMN  CCCXVIL 

Faith  fainting. 

1  Vy  HEN  compass'd  with  clouds  of  distress, 

Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine  : 
Dishearten'd  with  waiting  so  long, 

I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load, 
All-plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terroi  shall  cease  ; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply  ; 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus,  for  peace, 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I  ; 
Speak,  Saviour,  for  sweet  is  thy  voice  ; 

Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold  ; 
Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  cries, 

My  groanings  that  cannot  be  told. 

3  If  sometimes  1  strive  as  1  mourn, 

My  hold  of  thy  promise  to  keep, 
The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 

And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep : 
While  harass'd  and  cast  from  thy  sight, 


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The  tempter  suggests  with  a  roar, 
"  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite  ; 

"  Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  mgre." 
4  Yet  Lord,  if  thy  love  hath  design'd 

No  covenant  blessing  for  me, 
Ah,  tell  me,  how  is  it  I  find 

Some  pleasure  in  waiting  for  thee  ? 
Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art ; 

Thy  grace  is  my  only  resource  ; 
If  e'er  thou  art  Lord  of  my  heart? 

Thy  Spirit  must  take  it  by  force. 

HYMN  CCCXVIII. 

Return  of  joy, 

1  Tl/" HEN  darkness  long  has  veil'd  my  mind) 

And  smiling  day  once  more  appears; 
Then,  my  Redeemer,  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  I  chide  my  unbelieving  heart, 
And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 

Or  harbour  one  hard  thought  of  thee ! 

3  O  !  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught 
(What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn  !) 
That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

4  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 
But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  try'd, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, 
Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

5  But  O  my  Lord,  one  look  from  thee 
Subdues  the  disobedient  will; 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 
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6  Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive, 
As  I  am  ready  to  repine  ; 
Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praise  receive ; 
Be  shame  and  self-abhorrence  mine. 

HYMN  CCCXIX. 

The  foolish  virgins. 
1  \\7*HEN  descending  from  the  sky 
The  bridegroom  shall  appear ; 
And  the  solemn  midnight  cry, 

Shall  call  professors  near; 
How  the  sound  our  hearts  will  damp ! 

How  will  shame  o'erspread  each  face  ! 
If  we  only  have  a  lamp, 
Without  the  oil  of  grace. 

2  Foolish  virgins  then  will  wake, 

And  seek  for  a  supply  ; 
But  in  vain  the  pains  they  take 

To  borrow  or  to  buy  : 
Then  with  those  they  now  despise, 

Earnestly  they'll  wish  to  share  j 
But  the  best  among  the  wise, 

Will  have  no  oil  to  spare. 

3  Wise  are  they,  and  truly  blest, 

Who  then  shall  ready  be  ! 
But  despair  will  seize  the  rest, 

And  dreadful  misery : 
"  Once,  they'll  cry,  we  scorn'd  to  doubt, 

"  Though  in  lies  our  trust  we  put ; 
«  Now  our  lamp  of  hope  is  out, 

"  The  door  of  mercy  shut." 

4  If  they  then  presume  to  plead, 

M  Lord,  open  to  us  now  ; 
a  We  on  earth  have  heard  and  pray'd, 
[[  And  with  thy  saints  did  bow;'' 


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He  will  answer  from  his  throne, 

"  Though  you  with  my  people  mix*d, 

U  Yet  to  me  you  ne'er  were  known, 
"  Depart,  your  doom  is  fix'd." 

O  that  none  who  worship  here 

May  hear  that  word,  depart  ! 
Lord  impress  a  godly  fear 

On  each  professor's  heart : 
Help  us,  Lord,  to  search  the  camp, 

Let  us  not  ourselves  beguile  ; 
Trusting  to  a  dying  lamp 

Without  a  stock  of  oil. 


HYMN  CCCXX. 

The  joy  of  a  remarkable  conversion;  or,  melancholy 
removed, 

^THEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 

And  chang'd  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 
And  did  thy  hand  confess  ; 

My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  M  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbours  cry'd, 
And  own  the  pow'r  divine  ; 

u  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  reply'd 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night, 

Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 


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5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come, 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

6  Though  seed  lie  bury'd  long  in  dust ; 

It  shan't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost ! 
For  grace  insures  the  crop. 

HYMN  CCCXXI. 

Hannah  ;  or,  the  throne  of  grace. 

1  'W^HEN  Hannah  press'd  with  grief, 

Pour'd  forth  her  soul  in  pray'r  ; 
She  quickly  found  relief, 

And  left  her  burthen  there  : 
Like  her  in  ev'ry  trying  case, 
Let  us  approach  the  throne  of  grace- 

2  When  she  began  to  pray, 

Her  heart  was  pain'd  and  sad  ; 
But  ere  she  went  away, 

Was  comforted  and  glad : 
In  trouble,  what  a  resting  place, 
Have  they  who  know  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Though  men  and  devils  rage, 

And  threaten  to  devour ; 
The  saints  from  age  to  age, 

Are  safe  from  all  their  pow'r : 
Fresh  strength  they  gain  to  run  their  race, 
By  waiting  at  the  throne  of  grace. 

4  Eli  her  case  mistook, 

How  was  her  spirit  mov'd 
By  his  unkind  rebuke  ? 

But  God  her  cause  approv'd  ; 
We  need  not  fear  a  creature's  face, 
While  welcome  at  the  throne  of  grace. 


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5  She  was  not  fill'd  with  wine, 

(As  Eli  rashly  thought) 
But  with  a  faith  divine, 

And  found  the  help  she  sought  : 
Though  men  despise  and  call  us  base, 

Still  let  us  ply  the  throne  of  grace. 

6  Men  have  not  pow'r  or  skill, 

With  troubled  souls  to  bear; 
Though  they  express  good-will, 

Poor  comforters  they  are  : 
But  swelling  sorrows  sink  apace, 

When  we  approach  the  throne  of  grace. 

7  Numbers  before  have  try'd, 

And  found  the  promise  true  ; 
Nor  one  be  yet  deny'd, 

Then  why  should  I  or  you  ? 
Let  us  by  faith  their  footsteps  trace, 

And  hasten  to  the  throne  of  grace. 

8  As  fogs  obscure  the  light, 

And  taint  the  morning  air, 
But  soon  are  put  to  flight, 

If  the  bright  sun  appear  ; 
Thus  Jesus  will  our  sorrows  chase, 

By  shining  from  the  throne  of  grace. 

HYMN  CCCXXII. 

The  hofies  of  heaven  our  su/i/iort  under  trials  on 
earth. 

1  "yy^FIEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 
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3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrows  fail, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

HYMN  CCCXXIIL 

Bafitism. 

1  T^HEN  John  (though  a  man) 

Baptizing  began, 
Believers  in  Jordan,  confessing  their  sin. 

2  The  Pharisees  came, 
In  Abraham's  name, 

For  to  be  baptized,  and  lay  in  their  claim. 

3  You  vipers,  said  he, 
Who  warn'd  you  to  flee  ? 

Bring  forth  your  repentance  that  fruits  we  may  see. 

4  And  tbink  not  indeed, 
You're  Abraham's  seed, 

And  so  for  my  baptism  a  right  have  to  plead. 

5  By  this  we  may  see, 
Our  baptism  to  be 

For  none  but  believers  a  privilege  free. 

6  From  Galilee  came, 
Christ  Jesus  by  name, 

For  to  be  baptized,  and  was  not  asham'd. 

7  Johr*  to  him  did  say, 
Why  com'st  thou  to  me, 

When  I  have  need  to  be  baptized  of  thee  ? 


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8  Oh  suffer  it  so, 

'Tis  right  we  should  show, 
All  right'ous  obedience  wherever  we  go. 

9  The  rights  were  perform'd, 
And  Jesus  return'd ; 

The  Father  his  blessing  sent  down  on  his  Son. 

10  The  Spirit  of  God, 
Descends  like  a  dove  ; 

And  lights  on  the  Sav'our  in  tokens  of  love. 

1 1  By  this  we  may  see 
The  whole  Trinity, 

To  honour  our  baptism  do  jointly  agree. 

12  We'll  not  be  asham'd, 
Where  Jesus  is  nam'd  ; 

He's  precious  unto  us,  though  sinners  blaspheme. 

13  We'll  follow  him  down, 
To  th'  water  we're  bound, 

Oh  sinners,  see  what  an  example  we've  found. 

HYMN  CCCXXIV, 

Josefih  made  known  to  his  brethren. 

-i  Vy  HEN  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld, 
Afflicted,  and  trembling  with  fear, 
His  heart  with  compassion  was  fili'd, 

From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear : 
A  while  his  behaviour  was  rough, 

To  bring  their  past  sin  to  their  mind ; 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 
He  hasted  to  shew  himself  kind. 
2  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he, 

Whom  they  had  ill  treated  and  sold  ! 
How  great  their  confusion  must  be, 
As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told ! 


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"  I'm  Joseph  your  brother  (he  said) 
"  And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear, 

"  You  sold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 
"  But  God,  for  your  sakes,  sent  me  here.' 

3  Though  greatly  distressed  before, 

When  charg'd  with  purloining  the  cup, 
They  now  were  confounded  much  more, 

Not  one  of  them  durst  to  look  up, 
"  Can  Joseph,  whom  we  would  have  slain, 

"  Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  ? 
K  And  will  he  our  households  maintain  ? 

"  O  this  is  a  brother  indeed  !" 

4  Thus  dragg'd  by  my  conscience,  I  came 

And  laden  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord  ; 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  shame, 

Unable  to  utter  a  word. 
At  first  he  look*d  stern  and  severe, 

What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart ! 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 

The  sentence,  "  thou  cursed  depart !" 

5  But  oh  !   what  surprize  when  he  spoke, 

While  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face  ; 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 

O'erwhelm'd  and  confounded  with  grace  : 
u  Poor  sinner,  I  know  thee  full  well, 

"  By  thee  I  was  sold  and  was  slain; 
"  I  dy'd  to  redeem  thee  from  hell£ 

"  And  raise  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

6  Vm  Jesus  whom  thou  hast  blasphem'd, 

"  And  crucify  Vi  often  afresh ; 
"  But  let  me  henceforth  be  esteem'd 

"  Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flesh  : 
"  My  pardon  I  freely  bestow, 

"  Thy  wants  I  will  fully  supply; 
"  I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 

"  And  soon  will  remove  thee  on  high. 


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Go  publish  to  sinners  around, 

"  (That  they  may  be  willing  to  come) 
u  The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found, 

"  And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room; 
O  sinners  the  message  obey  ! 

No  more  vain  excuses  pretend; 
But  come,  without  further  delay, 

To  Jesus  our  brother  and  friend. 


HYMN  CCCXXV- 

LorcFa  day  evening. 

1  AT7" HEN,  O  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I 

Behold  thee  all  serene  ? 
Blest  in  perpetual  sabbath-day, 
Without  a  veil  between  ? 

2  Assist  me  while  I  wander  here, 

Amidst  a  world  of  cares  ; 
Incline  my  heart  to  pray  with  love, 
And  then  accept  my  pray'rs. 

3  Release  my  soul  from  ev'ry  chain, 

No  more  hell's  captive  led ; 

And  pardon  a  repenting  child, 

For  whom  tht  Saviour  bled. 

4  Spare  me,  O  God,  O  spare  the  soul 

That  gives  itself  to  thee ; 

Take  all  that  I  possess  below, 

And  give  thyself  to  me. 

5  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father,  give, 

To  be  my  guide  and  friend, 
To  light  my  way  to  ceaseless  joys, 
Where  sabbaths  never  end. 


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HYMN  CCCXXVI. 

1  TyHEN  our  great  Sov'reign  from  on  high, 

Our  Lord  and  Saviour,  was  aware, 
That  he  his  chosen  family, 

O'er  whom  he  watch'd  with  tender  care, 
Would  be  compelled  soon  to  leave  ; 

He  fill'd  with  love  and  grief  intense, 
To  them  his  farewell  blessing  gave, 

Before  his  suff  'rings  did  commence. 

2  Feeling  beforehand  all  the  weight 

Of  those  dire  scenes  of  pain  and  woe, 
Which  he  well  knew  did  him  await, 

His  love  towards  his  own  to  show, 
He  water  in  a  bason  pour'd, 

And  washed  his  disciples'  feet, 
Their  souls  already  by  his  word, 

Save  one,  were  cleansed  ev'ry  whit. 

3  When  he  this  act  of  love  had  done, 

He  unto  his  disciples  said  : 
"  To  you  I've  an  example  shown  : 

c<  Ye  call  me  Master,  Lord,  and  Head, 
"  If  I  as  such  have  wash'd  your  feet, 

u  To  one  another  do  the  same." 
This  solemn  act  to  celebrate, 

We're  now  assembled  in  his  name. 

4  Arise  then,  and  with  due  respect, 

With  humble  shame  and  willingness, 
Do  what  our  Saviour  doth  direct, 

Endowed  with  disciple's  grace  ! 
Since  Jesus  to  release  from  sin 

Unto  his  people  power  gave, 
We  in  his  name  are  now  wash'd  clean, 

And  with  our  Lord  a  part  may  have. 

5  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  we  pray,  be  near, 

Forgive  us  all  our  trespasses ; 


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With  joy  divine  our  spirit  cheer, 

Absolve  and  grant  us  pard'ning  grace ! 

As  our  high  priest  lift  up  thy  hand, 

That  hand  the  nail  once  pierced  through, 

Thy  mercy  unto  us  extend, 

Rich  blessings  upon  all  bestow. 

6  Inspire  our  hearts  with  mutual  love, 

O  may  we  truly  humble  be, 
Thy  faithful  servants  ever  prove, 

Who  yield  in  all  things  joy  to  thee : 
In  due  obedience  to  thy  word, 

We  now  have  wash'd  each  other's  feet, 
Thy  biest  example,  gracious  Lord, 

To  follow,  we  find  always  meet. 

7  Sure  as  thou  art  the  churches  head, 

Sure  as  we  dust  and  ashes  are, 
So  sure  we  by  thy  blood,  once  shed, 

Are  now,  through  grace,  absolv'd  and  clear ; 
Sure  as  thy  crosses  church  remains 

To  the  blind  world  a  spectacle, 
So  sure  in  her  thy  Spirit  reigns, 

And  thou  dost  in  thy  temple  dwell. 

HYMN  CCCXXVII. 

1  TIfHEN  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 

O'erpress'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  meet  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
Oh,  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

2  If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ! 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  shall  stand  disclos'd 

In  majesty  severe, 


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And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul ; 
Oh  !  how  shall  I  appear  ! 

4  But  thou  hast  told  the  troubled  mind, 

That  doth  her  sins  lament, 

The  timely  tribute  of  her  tears 

Shall  future  woes  prevent. 

5  Then  hear  the  sorrows  of  my  heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late  ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groans, 
To  give  those  sorrows  weight. 

6  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Her  pardon  to  secure, 
Who  knows  thy  only  Son  has  oVd 
To  seal  that  pardon  sure. 

HYMN  CCCXXVIIL 

Hezekiaffs  song ;  or,  sickness  and  recovery*     Is. 
xxxviii.  9,  &c. 

1  VyHEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress 

Our  God  deserves  a  song  ; 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praise 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death 
Commands  them  fast  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  flesh  are  wont  t*  abuse 

Our  mind  with  slavish  fears  ; 
Our  days  are  past,  and  we  shall  lose 
The  remnant  of  our  years. 

4  We  chatter  with  a  swallow's  voice, 

Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 
With  bitterness  instead  of  joys, 
Afflicted  and  forlorn. 


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5  Jehovah-  speaks  the  healing  word, 

And  no  disease  withstands, 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  the  strings  of  life  should  break, 

He  can  our  frame  restore  : 
He  casts  our  sins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 

HYMN  CCCXXIX. 

Strength  from  heaven.     Is.  xl.  27,  28,  29,  30. 

XTf  HENTCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise 

And  where's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Has  restless  sin,  and  raging  hell, 
Struck  all  our  comforts  -dead  ? 

Have  we  forgot  th*  almighty  name, 
That  form'd  the  earth  and  sea? 

And  can  an  all-creating  arm, 
Grow  weary,  or  decay  ? 

2  Treasures  of  everlasting  might 
In  our  Jehovah  dwelt  ; 
He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  shall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful  vigour  cease  ; 
But  we  that  wait  up.jn  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

5  The  saints  shall  mount  on  eagles'  wings. 

And  taste  the  promised  bliss, 
'Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfect  pleasure  is* 
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HYMN  CCCXXX. 

JL  "Y\7"HILE    shepherds  watch  their  flocks   by 
night, 
All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind ;) 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  1  bring 
"  To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  u  To  you  in  David's  town,  this  day 

M  Is  born  of  David's  line, 
"  A  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 
"  And  this  shall  be  the  sign. 

4  "  The  heav'nly  babe  ye  there  shall  find 

"  To  human  view  display'd, 
"  All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands, 
"  And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph  ;  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God,  and  thus 
Address'd  their  heav'nly  song : 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high  ; 

"  And  on  the  earth  be  peace, 
"  Good  will,  henceforth  from  heav'n  to  man 
"  Begin  and  never  cease." 

HYMN  CCCXXXI. 

The  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Christ.     Is 
liii.  1—5.  10—12. 

1  \\THO  has  believ'd  thy  word, 
Or  thv  salvation  known  I 


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Reveal  thine  arm  almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  Son. 

2  The  Jews  esteem'd  him  here 

Too  mean  for  their  belief: 
Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were* 
And  his  companion,  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 

And  treated  him  with  scorn  ; 
But  'twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay, 
Their  sorrows  he  has  borne. 

4  'Twas  for  the  stubborn  Jews, 

And  Gentiles  then  unknown, 
The  God  of  justice  pleas'd  to  bruise 
His  best  beloved  Son, 

5  "  But  HI  prolong  his  days, 

u  And  make  his  kingdom  stand ; 
cc  My  pleasure  (saith  the  God  of  grace) 
*  Shall  prosper  in  his  hand, 

[6  M  His  joyful  soul  shall  see 
"  The  purchase  of  his  pain, 
"  And  by  his  knowledge  justify 
"  The  guilty  sons  of  men.] 

£7  u  Ten  thousand  captive  slaves 
"  Releas'd  from  death  and  sin, 
u  Shall  quit  their  prisons  and  their  graves, 
"  And  own  his  pow'r  divine  ] 

[8  "  Heav'n  shall  advance  my  Son 
"  To  joys  that  earth  deny'd  ; 
u  Who  saw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
a  And  bore  their  sins,  and  dy'd.""J 


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HYMN  CCCXXXIL 


The  strength  of  Christ's  Love^  unci  the  souVs  §ea* 
lousy  of  her  own.  Sol.  Song,  viii  5,  6,7,  IS,  14. 


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1   AX^HO  is  this  fair  one  in  distress, 

That  travels  from  the  wilderness? 
And  press'd  with  sorrows  and  with  sins, 
On  her  beloved  Lord  she  leans  1 


3  This  is  the  spouse  of  Christ  our  <^od^ 

Bought  with  the  treasures  of  his  blood; 
And  her  request,  and  her  complaint, 
Is  but  the  voice  of  ev'ry  sainu] 

3  u  O  let  my  name  engraven  stand, 

u  Both  on  thy  heart,  and  on  thy  hand  I 
u  Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
"  That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

4  "  Stronger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 

"  Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown; 
u  And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine, 
<k  To  quench  a  fire  so  much  divine. 

5  u  But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

44  Lest  it  should  once  from  thee  depart; 
*  Then  let  thy  name  be  well  impressed, 
"  Asa  fair  signet  on  my  breast. 

6  "  Till  thou  hast  brought  me  to  thy  home, 

"  Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come; 
"  Thy  count'nance  let  me  often  see, 
14  Ana  often  thou  shall  hear  from  me. 

7  u  Come,  my  beloved,  haste  away, 

"  Cut  short  the  hours  of  thy  delay; 
"  Fly  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe, 

44  Over  the  hills  where  spices  grow/' 


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HYMN  CCCXXXIII. 

Character  of  a  saint :  or3  a  citizen  of  Zi:n  ;  sr> 
the  qualifications  of  a  Christian. 

1  "\\THO  sha11  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
O  God  of  holiness  ? 
AVhom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 

So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 
The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  right'ous  hands  ; 
That  trusts  his  Maker's  promises, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  speaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  slanders  with  his  tongue; 
Will  scarce  believe  an  ill  report) 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  sinner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  swears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5'  Kis  hands  disdain  a  golden  bribe, 
And  never  £ripe  the  poor  ; 
This  man  shall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heav'n  secure. 

HYMN  CCCXXXIV. 

The  death  and  burial  of  a  saint. 

1  "VyHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends? 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 


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Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  dtatf 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  bless'dj 

And  sofVned  ev'rybed: 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest* 
But  with  their  dying  head  i 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high, 

And  shew'd  our  feet  the  way ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations,  under  ground, 
Ye  saints  ascend  the  skies* 

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HYMN  CCCXXXV. 

Departed  saints  asleep.   Mark  v.39.    1  Theslv.l! 

1  "  WHY  flow  these  torrents  of  distress?" 

(The  gentle  Saviour  cries) 
"  Why  are  my  sleeping  saints  survey'd 
"  With  unbelieving  eyes? 

2  "  Death's  feeble  arms  shall  never  boast, 

"  A  friend  of  Christ  is  slain  ; 
"  Nor  o'er  their  meaner  part  in  dust 
"  A  lasting  pow'r  retain. 

3  "  I  come,  on  wings  of  love,  I  comet 

"  The  slumb'rers  to  awake  ; 
«  My  voice  shall  reach  the  deepest  tomb, 
"  And  all  its  bonds  shall  break. 


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4  M  Touch'd  by  my  hand,  in  smiles  they  rise  ; 

M  They  rise  to  sleep  no  more  ; 
"  But  rob'd  with  light  and  crown'd  with  joy, 
4»  To  endless  day  they  soar." 

5  Jesus,  our  faith  receives  thy  word  ; 

And,  though  fond  nature  weep, 
Grace  learns  to  hail  the  pious  dead, 
And  emulate  their  sleep. 

5  Our  willing  souls  thy  summons  wait 
With  them  to  rest  and  praise  ; 
So  let  thy  much-lov'd  presence  cheer 
These  separating  days. 

HYMN  CCCXXXVI. 

Christ's  comfiassion  to  the  weak  and  tempted. 

1  T17TTH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean* 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  But  spotless,  innocent  and  pure. 

The  great  Redeemer  stood, 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  resist  to  blood. 

4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 
^5  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 
But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 


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The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name.-) 

6  Then  lei  our  humble  faith  address ; 
His  mercy  and  his  pow'r, 
We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

HYMN  CCCXXXVII. 

A  practical  improvement  of  Baptism.    Col,  iii.  U 

1  VE  children  of  your  God  attend  ; 

Ye  heirs  of  glory  hear  ; 
For  accents,  so  divine  as  these, 
Might  charm  the  dullest  ear. 

2  Baptiz'd  into  your  Saviour's  death, 

Your  souls  to  sin  must  die  ; 
With  Christ  your  Lord,  ye  live  anew, 
With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 

*  There  by  his  Father's  side  he  sits, 
Enthron'd  divinely  fair ; 
Yet  owns  himself  your  brother  stilK 
And  your  forerunner  there. 

4  Rise  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love  ; 
Above  your  choicest  treasure  lies, 
And  be  your  hearts  above. 

5  But  earth  and  sin  will  drag  us  down, 

When  we  attempt  to  fly  ; 
Lord,  send  thy  strong  attractive  pow'r 
To  raise  and  fix  us  high. 


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HYMN  CCCXXXVIII. 

Yet  there  is  room,    Luke  xiv.  22. 

1  VE  dying  sons  of  men, 

Jmmerg'd  in  sin  and  woe, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 
Which  Jesus  sends  to  you  : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame : 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 
Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  ; 
All  things  are  ready,  sinner  come. 
For  ev'ry  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Believe  the  heav'nly  word 

His  messengers  proclaim  ; 

He  is  a  gracious  Lord, 

And  faithful  is  his  name  : 
Backsliding  souls,  return  and  come, 
Cast  off  despair,  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Compell'd  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wand'ring  sheep  draw  near, 
Christ  calls  you  from  above, 
His  charming  accents  hear  ! 

Let  whosoever  will,  now  come  ; 

In  mercy's  breast  there  still  is  room. 

HYMN  CCCXXX1X. 

The  goodness  of  God.     Nahum  i.  7. 
1  VE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 
With  songs  of  sacred  praise, 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 


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2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms ; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies  ; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee  ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  love, 

What  honours  shall  we  raise  ? 
Not  all  the  raptur'd  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

HYMN  CCCXL. 

Comfort  to  such  as  seek  a  risen  Jesus*  Matt.  28.5,6, 

1  VE  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord, 

Chase  all  your  fears  away  ; 
And  bow  with  pleasure  down  to  see 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

2  Thus  low  the  Lord  of  life  was  brought ; 

Such  wonders  love  can  do  ; 
Thus  cold  in  death,  that  bosom  lay, 
Which  throb'd  and  bled  for  you. 

3  A  moment  give  a  loose  to  grief, 

Let  grateful  sorrows  rise  ; 
And  wash  the  bloody  stains  away, 
With  torrents  from  your  eyes. 


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4  Then  dry  your  tears,  and  tune  your  songs, 

The  Saviour  lives  again  ; 
Not  all  the  gates  and  bars  of  death 
The  conq'ror  could  detain. 

5  High  o'er  th'  angelic  bands  he  rears 

His  once  dishonour'd  head  ; 
And  though  unnumber'd  years  he  reigns, 
Who  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

6  With  joy,  like  his,  shall  ev'ry  saint 

His  empty  tomb  survey  ; 
Then  rise,  with  his  ascending  Lord, 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

HYMN  CCCXLI. 

The  successful  resolve — /  will  go  in  unto  the  King, 
Esther  iv.  16. 

1  VE  humble  sinners,  in  whose  breast, 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprestj 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

"  Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
"  I  know  his  courts,  1*11  enter  in, 
"  Whatever  may  oppose. 

o  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
"  And  there  my  guilt  confess, 
"  I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 
"  Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  M  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

"  Whose  scepter  pardon  gives, 
"  Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
u  And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

u  Perhaps  will  hear  my  pray'r  ; 


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"  But  if  I  perishl  will  pray, 

<fc  And  perish  only  there. 
6  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

u  ;  -*m  resoiy'd  to  try  : 
K  For  if  I  stay  away,   1  know 

li  I  must  tor  ever  die." 

HYMN  CCCXLU. 

Fear  not,  it  is  your  Father's  good  pleasure  to  give 
you  the  Kingdom,    Luke  xii.  32. 

1  \7E  little  flock,  whom  Jesus  feeds, 

Dismiss  your  anxious  cares  ; 
Look  to  the  Shepherd  of  your  souls, 
And  smile  away  your  fears. 

2  Though  wolves  and  lions  prowl  around, 

His  staff  is  your  defence  : 
'Midst  sands  and  rocks  your  Shepherd's  vo 
Calls  streams  and  pastures  thence. 

3  Yoiir  Father  will  a  kingdom  give, 

And  give  it  with  delight ; 
His  feeblest  child  his  love  shall  call 
To  triumph  in  his  sight. 

4  Ten  thousand  praises,  Lord,  we  bring 

For  sure  supports  like  these  : 
And  o'er  the  pious  dead  we  sing 
Thy  living  promises. 

5  For  all  we  hope,  and  they  enjoy, 

We  bless  a  Saviour's  name  ; 
Nor  shall  thut  stroke  disturb  the  song. 
Which  breaks  this  mortal  frame. 

HYMN  CCCXLIIL 

Comfort  for  fiious  parents,  who  have  been  bereave 

of  their  children.    Isaiah  lvi.  4,  5. 
1  VE  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming  tears 
Flow  o'er  your  children  dead, 


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Say  not  in  transports  of  despair, 
That  all  your  hopes  are  fled. 

2  While  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust, 

In  fond  distress  ye  lie  : 
Rise,  and  with  joy  and  rev'rence  view 
A  heav'nly  parent  nigh. 

3  Though  your  young  branches  torn  away, 

Like  wither'd  trunks  ye  stand, 
With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom, 
Touch'd  by  th'  Almighty's  hand. 

4  "  I'll  give  the  mourner,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  In  my  own  house  a  place, 
"  No  names  of  daughters  and  of  sons 
"  Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 

6  *  Transient  and  vain  is  ev'ry  hope 
"  A  rising  race  can  give  ; 
w  In  endless  honour  and  delight 
"  My  children  all  shall  live." 

"6  We  welcome,  Lord,  those  rising  tears, 
Through  which  thy  face  we  see, 
And  bless  those  wounds,  which  thro'  our  hearts 
Prepare  a  way  for  thee. 

HYMN  CCCXLIV. 

Praise  for  conversion.     Psalm  lxvi.  16 

1  YE  souls  that  fear  the  Lord, 

Come,  listen  while  I  tell, 
How  narrowly  my  feet  escap'd 
The  snares  of  death  and  hell. 

2  The  flattering  joys  of  sense 

Assaii'd  my  foolish  heart, 

Dd 


3U 

While  Satan,  with  malicious  skill5 
Guided  the  pois'nous  dart. 

3  I  fell  beneath  the  stroke, 

But  fell  to  rise  again  ; 
My  anguish  rous'd  me  into  life, 
And  pleasure  sprung  from  pain. 

4  Darkness,  and  shame,  and  grief 

Oppress'd  my  gloomy  mind  ; 
I  look'd  around  me  for  relief, 

But  no  relief  could  find. 
6  At  length  to  God  I  cry'd  ; 

He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh* 
He  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 

Salvation  from  on  high. 

6  My  drooping  head  he  rais'd, 

My  bleeding  wounds  he  heaPd 
Pardon'd  my  sins,  and  with  a  smile 
The  gracious  pardon  seal'd. 

7  O  !  may  I  ne'er  forget 

The  mercy  of  my  God ; 
Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
His  loudest  praise  abroad. 

HYMN  CCCXLV. 

Bright  and  morning  star.     Rev.  xxii.  16. 

1  VE  worlds  of  light,  that  roll  so  near 

The  Saviour's  throne  of  shining  bliss, 
O  tell  how  mean  your  glories  are, 
How  faint,  and  few,  compar'd  with  his. 

2  We  sing  the  bright  and  morning-star, 
(Jesus,  the  spring  of  light  and  love  :> 
See  how  its  rays,  diffus'd  from  far, 
Conduct  us  to  the  realms  above. 


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3  Its  cheering  beams,  spread  wide  abroad, 
Point  out  the  puzzled  Christian's  way; 
Still  as  he  goes,  he  finds  the  road 
Enlighten'd  with  a  constant  day. 

4  [Thus  when  the  eastern  magi  brought 
Their  royal  gifts,  a  star  appears, 
Directs  them  to  the  babe  they  sought, 

And  guides  their  steps,  and  calms  their  fears/] 

5  When  shall  we  reach  the  heav'nly  place, 
Where  this  bright  star  will  brightest  shine ; 
Leave,  far  behind,  these  scenes  of  right, 
And  view  a  lustre  so  divine  ! 

HYMN  CCCXLVI. 

The  Sower.    Matt.  xiii.  4 — 9. 

1  VE  sons  of  earth  prepare  the  plough, 

Break  up  your  fallow  ground  ! 
The  Sower  is  gone  forth  to  sow> 
And  scatter  blessings  round. 

2  The  seed  that  finds  a  stony  soil, 

Shoots  forth  a  hasty  blade  ; 
But  ill  repays  the  sower's  toil ; 

Soon  wither'd,  scorch'd,  and  dead. 

3  The  thorny  ground  is  sure  to  baulk 

All  hopes  of  harvest  there  : 
We  find  a  tall  and  sickly  stalk, 
But  not  the  fruitful  ear. 

4  The  beaten  path,  and  high-way  side 

Receive  the  trust  in  vain  ; 
The  watchful  birds  the  spoil  divide, 
And  pick  up  all  the  grain. 


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5  But  where  the  Lord  of  grace  and  pow'r 

Has  bless'd  the  happy  field ; 
How  plenteous  is  the  golden  store 
The  deep-wrought  furrows  yield! 

6  Father  of  mercies,  we  have  need 

Of  thy  preparing  grace  ; 
Let  the  same  hand  that  gives  the  seed 
Provide  a  fruitful  place. 

HYMN  CCCXLVIL 

Protection  from  death,  guard  of  angels ^  victory  and 
deliverance, 

1  VE  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

Expos'd  to  ev'ry  snare, 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place, 
And  try  and  trust  his  care. 

2  No  ill  shall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  sweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raise  his  saints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways, 
To  watch  your  pillows  while  you  sleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  shall  bear  you,  lest  you  fall, 

And  dash  against  the  stones  * 

Are  they  not  servants  at  his  call  ; 

And  sent  t'  attend  his  sons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  shall  tread  ; 

The  tempters  wiles  defeat ; 
He  that  hath  broke  the  serpent's  head, 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Because  on  me  they  set  their  love, 

"  I'll  save  them,"  saith  the  Lord, 


3ir 

"  I'll  bear  their  joyful  souls  above 
"  Above  destruction  and  the  sword. 

7  "  My  grace  shall  answer  when  they  call; 

"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
"  My  pow'r  shall  help  them  when  they  fall? 
"  And  raise  them  when  they  die. 

8  "  Those  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known^ 

"  I'll  honour  them  in  heav'n  ; 
"  There  my  salvation  shall  be  shown, 
"  And  endless  life  be  giv'n." 

HYMN  CCCXLVIII. 

Death  and  the  resurrection. 

1  VE  sons  of  pride  that  hate  the  just, 

And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  dust, 
Your  pomp  shall  rise  no  more. 

2  The  last  great  day  shall  change  the  scene  ; 

When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
When  shall  the  just  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  scorn'd  them  here  I 

3  God  will  my  naked  soul  receive, 

When  sep'rale  from  the  flesh  ; 
And  break  the  prison  of  the  grave, 
To  raise  my  bones  afresh. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlasting  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  sure  ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  resume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

HYMN  CCCXLIX. 

The  midnight  cry.     Matt,  xx v.  6. 
1       Y^  virgin  souls,  arise, 

With  all  the  dead  awake, 
Dd2 


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Unto  salvation  wise. 

Oil  in  your  vessels  take  : 
Upstarting  at  the  midnight-cry, 
Behold  your  heav'nly  bridegroom  nigh. 

He  comes,  he  comes,  to  call 

The  nations  to  his  bar, 

And  take  to  glory  all 

Who  meet  for  glory  are  : 
Make  ready  for  your  free  reward, 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord- 
Go  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

Your  everlasting  friend ; 

Your  head  to  glorify, 

With  all  his  saints  ascend ; 
Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace 
To  see,  without  a  veil,  his  face. 

Ye  that  have  here  receiv'd 

The  unction  from  above, 

And  in  his  Spirit  liv'd, 

And  thirsted  for  his  love  ; 
Jesus  shall  claim  you  for  his  bride  ; 
Rejoice  with  all  the  sanctify'd. 

Rejoice,  in  glorious  hope, 
Of  that  great  day  unknown, 
When  you  shall  be  caught  up 
To  stand  before  his  throne; 
Call'd  to  partake  the  marriage-feast, 
And  lean  on  our  Emmanuel's  breast. 

The  everlasting  doors 

Shall  soon  the  saint  receive, 

Above  those  angel-po\v?rs 

In  glorious  joy  to  live  ; 
Far  from  a  world  of  grief  and  sin, 
With  God  eternally  shut  in. 


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7       Then  let  us  wait  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome  sound  ; 
To  see  our  Lord  appear, 
May  we  be  watching  found  ; 
With  that  bless'd  wedding-robe  endu'd, — 
The  blood  and  right'ousness  of  God. 

HYMN  CCCL, 

Providing  bags  that  wax  not  old.     Luke  xii.  33. 

1  VES,  there  are  joys  that  cannot  die, 

With  God  laid  up  in  store  ; 
Treasure,  beyond  the  changing  sky, 
Brighter  than  golden  ore. 

2  The  seeds  which  piety  and  love 

Have  scatter'd  here  below, 
In  the  fair  fertile  fields  above, 
To  ample  harvests  grow. 

3  The  mite,  my  willing  hands,  can  give1 

At  Jesus'  feet  I  lay ; 
Grace  shall  the  humble  gift  receive, 
And  grace  at  large  repay. 

HYMN  CCCLI. 

The  attraction  of  the  cross.     John  xii.  ,32. 

1  VONDER amazing  sight ! 1  see 

Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 

2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head  : 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun  ; 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 


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3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darkened  sky 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud  ! 
And  with  th*  amaz'd  centurion  cry, 
«  This  is  the  Son  of  God." 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 

May  well  my  hope  revive: 
If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

5  O  that  these  cords  of  love  divine, 

Might  draw  me,  Lord,  to  thee  ! 
Thou  hast  my  heart,  it  shall  be  thine— 
Thine  it  shall  ever  be  ! 

HYMN  CCCLIL 

1  ^7  ION  rejoice,  lift  up  your  voice  : 

Your  Saviour  will  appear  ; 
The  Lamb,  once  slain,  will  come  to  reign 
With  you,  a  thousand  years. 

2  Satan  he'll  bind,  as  you  will  find, 

And  Jesus  will  be  King; 
The  saints  he'll  raise,  to  sing  his  praise, 
Ann  death  shall  lose  his  sting. 

3  He's  blest  indeed,  that  shall  be  freed 

From  sin>  hell,  and  the  grave  ; 
Over  that  man  death  never  can 
The  least  dominion  have. 


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HYMN  CCCLIII. 

God's  iove  to   mankind. 

1  Q  GOD  of  good  th'  unfathom'd  sea, 

Who  would  not  give  his  heart  to  thee  ? 

Who  would  not  love  thee  with  his  might  ? 
O  Jesu,  lover  of  mankind, 
Who  would  not  his  whole  soul  and  mind, 

With  all  his  strength  to  thee  unite  I 

2  Thou  shin'st  with  everlasting  rays  ; 
Before  th'  insufferable  blaze 

Angels  with  both  wings  veil  their  eyes ; 
Yet  free  as  air  thy  bounty  streams 
On  all  thy  works,  thy  mercy's  beams, 

Diffusive  as  thy  sun's  arise. 

3  Astonish'd  at  thy  frowning  brow, 

Earth,  hell,  and  beavVs  strong  pillars  boyr, 

Terrible  majesty  is  thine  ! 
Who  then  can  that  vast  love  express, 
Which  bows  thee  down  to  me,  who  less 

Than  nothing  am,  'till  thou  art  mine  ? 

4  High-thron'd  on  heav'n's  eternal  hill, 
In  number,  weight,  and  measure  still 

Thou  sweetly  order'st  all  that  is, 
And  yet  thou  deign'st  to  come  to  me, 
And  guide  my  steps,  that  I  with  thee 

Inthron'd,  may  reign  in  endless  bliss. 

5  Fountain  of  good  all  blessing  flows 
From  thee  ;  no  want  thy  fulness  knows, 

What  but  thyself  canst  thou  desire  ? 
Yes  ;  self-sufficient  as  thou  art, 

tThou  dost  desire  my  worthless  heart ; 
This,  only  this  thou  dost  require. 


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6  Primeval  beauty  !  in  thy  sight, 
The  first-born  fairest  sons  of  light, 

See  all  their  brightest  glories  fade  ; 
What  then  to  me  thine  eyes  could  turn. 
In  sin  conceiv'd,  of  woman  born, 

A  worm,  a  leaf,  a  blast,  a  shade ! 

7  Hell's  armies  tremble  at  thy  nod, 
And  trembling  own  th'  almighty  God, 

Sov'reign  of  earth,  hell,  air,  and  sky, 
But  who  is  this  that  comes  from  far, 
Whose  garments  roll'd  in  blood  appear  r 

'Tis  God  made  man,  for  man  to  die. 

8  O  God  of  good  t\V  unfathom'd  sea, 
Who  would  not  give  his  heart  to  thee  ? 

Who  would  not  love  thee  with  his  might? 
O  Jesu>  lover  of  mankind, 
Who  would  not  his  whole  soul  and  mind, 

With  all  his  strength  to  thee  unite  I 

HYMN  CCCL1V. 

Christ's  incarnation. 

1  HPHE  Lord  is  come;  the  heav'ns proclaim 

His  birth ;  the  nations  learn  his  name: 
An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 
Of  eastern  sages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 
Go,  worship  where  the  Saviour  lies  ; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worshippers  confound: 
But  Judah  shout,  but  Zion  sing, 
And  earth  confess  her  sov'reign  King. 


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HYMN  CCCLV. 

Praise  Co  God, 

TJOW  glorious  is  our  heav'nly  King, 

Who  reigns  above  the  sky  ? 
How  shall  a  child  presume  to  sing 
His  dreadful  majesty  ? 

How  great  his  pow'r  is  none  can  tell, 

Nor  think  how  large  his  grace  ; 
Not  men  below,  nor  saints  that  dwell 

On  high  before  his  face. 

Not  angels  that  stand  round  the  Lord, 

Can  se  .rch  his  secret  will  ; 
But  they  perform  his  heav'nly  word, 

And  sing  his  praises  still. 
Then  let  me  join  this  holy  train, 

And  my  first  ofTrings  bring ; 
TV  eternal  God  will  not  disdain 

To  hear  an  infant  sing. 

My  heart  resolves,  my  tongue  obeys, 

And  angels  shall  rejoice 
To  hear  their  mighty  Maker's  praise 

Sung  from  a  feeble  voice. 

HYMN   CCCLVI. 

Holy  confidence  ;  or,  Christian  triumph. 

rJTHROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life* 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

Of  his  deliv' ranee  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  that  are  distrest, 
Grom  my  example  comfort  take, 

And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 


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3  O  !  magnify*  the  Lord  with  me  : 

With  me  exalt  his  name, 
When  in  distress  to  him  I  cail'd, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliv'rance  he  affords  to  all 
Who  on  his  succour  trust. 

5  O  !  make  but  trial  of  his  love, 

Experience  will  decide, 
How  blest  they  are,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  trust  confide. 

6  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear  ; 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight. 
He'll  make  your  wants  his  care. 

HYMN  CCCLVII. 

Thirsting  for  communion  with  God. 

1  |7  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 

In  haste  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Through  all  thy  temples  shine  : 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 


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As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 
And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itself  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  day 
■  I'll  bless  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray 

And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

HYMN  CCCLVIIi. 

A  general  invitation  to  firaise  God. 

1       Y^  Doun(itess  realms  of  joy, 
Exalt  your  Maker's  fame, 
His  praise  your  song  employ 
Above  the  starry  frame  ; 
Your  voices  raise, 
Ye  cherubim 
And  seraphim, 
To  sing  his  praise. 

Thou  moon,  that  rul'st  the  night, 
And  sun,  that  guid'st  the  day, 
Ye  glitt'ring  stars  of  light, 
To  him  your  homage  pay. 

His  praise  declare, 

Ye  heav'ns  above, 

And  clouds  that  move 

In  liquid  air 

Let  them  adore  the  Lord, 
And  praise  his  holy  name, 
By  whose  almighty  word 
They  all  from  nothing  came. 
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And  all  shall  last, 
Fron>  changes  free  » 
His  nn-»  decree 
Stands  ever  fast. 

4  Unite    zeal  be  shown, 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raise , 
Whose  glorious  name  alone 
Deserves  our  endless  praise. 

Earth's  utmost  ends 

His  pow'r  obey: 

His  glorious  sway 

The  sky  transcends. 

5  His  chosen  saints  to  grace, 
He  sets  them  up  on  high, 
And  favour's  Israel's  race, 
Who  still  to  him  are  nigh. 

O  therefore  raise 
Your  grateful  voice, 
And  Btili  rejoice 
The  Lord  to  praise. 

HYMN  CCCLIX. 

The  witnessing  fioiver. 

1  TI^HY  should  the  children  of  a  king 

Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter  descend,  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace  ! 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heav*n  ? 
When  wilt  thnu  banish  my  complaints, 
And  shew  my  sins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 


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And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart. 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
May  thy  blest  wings,  celestial  dove. 
Safely  convey  me  home. 

HYMN  CCCLX. 

God  exalted  above  allfiraise. 

1  T?  TERNAL  pow'r,  whose  high  abode 

Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God  ; 
Infinite  lengths,  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 

2  Thee,  while  the  first  archangel  sings, 
He  hides  his  face  behind  his  wings  : 
And  ranks  of  shining  thrones  around 
Fall  worshipping,  and  spread  the  ground. 

5  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do  ? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too  ; 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  great,  the  holy,  and  the  high  ! 

4  Earth  from  afar  has  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learnt  to  lisp  thy  name  ; 
But,  O  the  glories  of  thy  mind, 
Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

5  God  is  in  heav'n*  and  men  below ; 

Be  short  our  tunes ;  our  words  be  few  ! 
A  sacred  rev'rence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 

HYMN  CCCLXI. 

Pleading  with  God  under  desertion  ;    or,  hofie  in 

darkness. 
1  J£OW  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain, 
Like  one  that  seeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 


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Canst  thou  thy  face  for  ever  hide  ? 
And  I  still  pray  and  be  deny'd. 

2  Shall  I  for  ever  be  forgot, 

As  one  whom  thou  regardest  not  ? 

Still  shall  my  soul  thine  absence  mourn  ? 

And  still  despair  of  thy  return  : 

3  How  long  shall  my  poor  troubled  breast 
Be  with  these  anxious  thoughts  opprest  ? 
And  Satan,  my  malicious  foe, 

Rejoice  to  see  me  sink  so  low  ? 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 
Before  my  death  concludes  my  grief; 
If  thou  withhold  thy  heav'nly  light, 

1  sleep  in  everlasting  night. 

5  How  will  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  boast 
If  but  one  praying  soul  be  lost  ? 

But  I  have  trusted  in  thy  grace, 
And  shall  again  behold  thy  face. 

6  Whate'er  my  foes  or  fears  suggest, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest, 
My  heart  shall  feel  thy  love  and  raise 
My  cheerful  voice  to  songs  of  praise. 

HYMN  CCCLXIL 

Complaint  %  under  temptations  of  the  devil. 

1  TlOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 

My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  shall  I  feel  those  heav'nly  rays 
That  chase  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  long  shall  my  poor  lab'ring  soul 

Wrestle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  ease  my  raging  pain. 


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3  See  how  the  prince  of  darkness  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts, 
He  spreads  a  mist  around  my  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shield, 

My  soul  in  safety  keep  ; 
Make  haste  before  mine  eyes  are  seal'd 
In  death's  eternal  sleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boast  aloud 

If  I  become  his  prey  ! 
Behold  the  sons  of  hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  so  long  delay. 

6  But  they  shall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  display  that  sov'reign  grace 

Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung ; 
I  shall  employ  my  lips  in  praise, 
And  vict'ry  shall  be  sung. 

HYMN  CCCLXHI. 

Heaven  begun  on  earth. 

1  QOME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  your  joys  be  known, 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
While  ye  surround  his  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

That  never  knew  our  God  : 
But  servants  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

That  all  the  earth  surveys? 
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That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
And  calms  the  roaring  seas. 

4  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love  : 
Thou  shalt  send  down  thy  heav'nly  pow*rs, 
To  carry  us  above. 

5  There  we  shall  see  thy  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  thy  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

6  Yea,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

7  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

8  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  Emmanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

HYMN  CCCLXIV. 

}   OWEET  is  the  memVy  of  thy  grace, 
My  God  my  heav'nly  King ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righ'tousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 
His  goodness  to  the  skies: 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  goodness  shines, 
And  ev'ry  want  supplies. 


3  With  longing  eye  the  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food  ; 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  them  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  mth  trood. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions  Lord  i 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ? 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pard'ning  word, 
To  cheer  the  soul  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  pow'r  and  praise  proclaim  ; 
But  we,  who  taste  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 

HYMN  CCCLXV. 

Of  Christian  love  and  fellowship, 

1  TlLESS'D  be  that  dear  uniting  love, 

Which  will  not  let  us  part; 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

CHORUS. 

2  Oh  !  the  Lamb,  the  living  Lamb, 

The  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
The  Lamb  was  slain,  but  lives  again, 
To  intercede  for  me. 

3  But  if  our  fellowship  below, 

With  Jesus  be  so  sweet, 
What  holy  joy  shall  we  possess, 
When  round  his  throne  we  meet. 
Oh  !  the  Lamb,  &c. 

4t  With  Jesus  Christ  together  meet, 
With  him  for  ever  dwell. 
Till  then  I  say,  let*s  watch  and  pray, 
So  my  dear  friend  farewell. 
Oh  !  the  Lamb,  Sec. 

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To  find  any  HYMN  by  the  first  line. 
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A    FORM  of  words,  though  e'er  so  sound 

Ah  !  lovely  appearance  of  death 
Alas,  my  God,  that  thou  should  be 
Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 
All  you  that  love  the  Lord  draw  near 
All  ye  that  pass  by 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 
And  must  this  body  die 
And  now  my  soul,  another  year 
And  why,  dear  Sav'our  tell  me  why 
Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise 
Arise,  my  tend'rest  thoughts  arise 
Awake,  and  sing  the  song 
Awake  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Away  dark  thoughts,  awake,  my  joy 

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•DEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne 

Behold  how  sinners  disagree 
Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Behold  the  grace  appears 
Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love 
Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone 
Behold  the  wretch  whose  lust  and  wine 
Beside  the  gospel  pool 
Bestow,  dear  Lord  upon  our  youth 
Believers  own  they  are  but  blind 
Bless'd  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Blessed  are  they  (the  Scriptures  say) 


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Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know  26 

Blest  be  my  God  that  I  was  born  27 

Bless'd  be  that  dear  uniting  love  331 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  bowels  move  28 

Blest  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place  28 

Blest  morning  whose  dawning  rays  29 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  SO 

Bright  burning  beams  of  gospel  grace  31 

Bro  .d  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death  32 

Buried  in  baptism  with  our  Lord  32 

By  what  amazing  ways  33 

By  whom  was  David  taught  34 

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PAN  such  poor  feeble  worms  as  we  35 

Children  of  Israel  see  what  shade  35 

Children  of  the  heav'nly  King  36 

Christ  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to  day  37 

Come  all  ye  chosen  saints  of  God  38 

Come  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell  39 

Come  descend,  O  heav'nly  Spirit  40 

Come  heav'nly  k>ve,  inspire  my  song  41 

Come  hither  y*^  that  fain  would  know  42 

Come  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  dove  42 

Come  let  me  love  ;  or  is  my  mind  43 

Come  let  us  all  unite  to  praise  44 

Come  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune  45 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs  46 
Come  see  the  pow'r  of  Christ  our  King 

Come  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing  48 

Come  thou  long  expected  Jesus  49 

Come  ye  sinners  poor  and  wretched  49 

Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord  329 

Constrain'd  bv  their  Lord  to  embark  5  i 

D 

J)AY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  52 

Dear  friends,  farewell,  I  go  to  dwell  53 


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Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul  54 

Dear  Lord,  how  wond'rous  is  thy  love  5  5 

Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now  56 

Death  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day  57 

Deserters  to  the  camp  return  58 

Did  our  Emmanuel  die  for  ub  58 

Disciples  of  Christ  59 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  Lord  60 

Does  it  not  grief  and  wonder  move  60 

Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word  6 1 

E 

"ELIJAH'S  example  declares  62 
E'er  the  blue  heav'ns  were  stretch'd,  8cc.  63 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay  324 

Eternal  God,  thy  pow'r  make  known  64 

Eternal  majesty  on  high  65 

Eternal  pow'r,  whose  high  abode  327 

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"PAIR  Salem's  daughters  ask  to  know  65 

Father  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  67 

Father,  1  stretch  my  hands  to  thee  68 

Father  of  faithful  \brah*n?,  hear,  68 

Father,  of  heav'n  we  thee  adore  69 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night  70 

From  all  that  dwt  11  below  the  skies  71 

From  Sheba  a  distant  report  71 

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QETHSEMANE,  thou  dolesome  place         r 

Glory,  glory,  <lory,  glory  73 

Glory  to  thee  my  God  this  m^ht  74 

God  of  my  lite,  look  gently  down  74 

God  of  my  salvation  hear  75 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way  77 
God  of  the  morning  at  whose  voice 

Go  preach  my  gospel  saith  the  Lord  78 

Go  worship  at  Emmanuel's  feet  79 


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Grace!  'tis  a  charming  sound  81 

Gracious  Lord,  incline  thine  ear  82 

Great  God,  1  own  thy  sentence  just     7  83 

Greatest  High-Priest.  Saviour  Christ  83 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great  84 

Guide  me  O  thou  great  Jehovah  85 

H 

XI  ARK  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound  85 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise  86 
Hark,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Sav'our  comes  87 
Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims      88 

He  comes!   he  comes  !  the  Saviour  Jear  88 

He  dies  !  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  !  89 

Holy  Lamb  who  thee  receive  90 

Hosanna  to  the  royal  Son  9  I 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet  92 

How  condescending,  and  how  kind  93 

How  glorious  is  our  heav'nly  King  323 

How  honourable  is  the  place  94 

How  happy  is  the  Christian  state  95 

How  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain  327 

How  long  shall  death  the  tyrant  reign  95 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  328 

How  meanly  dwells  th' immortal  mind  96 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts  98 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  99 

How  should  the  sons  of  Adam's  race  100 

How  strong  thine  arm  is  mighty  God  101 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds  102 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  103 

How  wondrous  are  the  works  of  God  103 

I 

[  AM  saith  Christ  the  way  105 

I  ask  the  Lord,  that  i  might  grow  105 

If  Paul  in  Cesar's  court  must  stand  106 

If  glorious  angels  do  rejoice  107 


FIRST    TABLE. 

I  lift  my  banner,  saith  the  Lord 
I  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace 
I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord 
In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 
In  thine  own  ways  O  God  of  love 
It  is  not  good,  Jehovah  said 
I  that  am  drawn  out  of  the  depth 
I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price 
I  want  an  heart  to  pray 
I  would  but  cannot  sing 
Jehovah  speaks  let  Isr'el  hear 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Lord's  anointed 
Jesus,  drinks  the  bitter  cup 
Jesus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 
Jesus,  my  all  to  heav'n  is  gone 
Jesus,  the  only  thought  of  thee 
Jesus,  the  man  of  constant  grief 
Jesu,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord 
Jesu,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
Join  all  ye  glorious  names 
Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 
Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 

K 
IT  IND  are  the  words  that  Jesus  speaks 

Kind  souls, who  for  the  mis'ries  moan 
Kind  soul  reflect,  awhile  with  me 
Know,  yd  that  ^re  of  Adams  race 
Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake 

L 
T  E  T  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say 
Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be 
Let  pdrty  names  no  more 
Let  Pharisees  of  high  esteem 
Let  us,  the  sheep  by  Jesus  nam'd 


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Page. 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice  141 

Lo  !   he  cometh,  countless  trumpets  142 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears  143 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  sight  144 

Lord  Christ  reveal  thy  holy  face  144 

Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  145 

Lord  I  am  vile  conceived  in  sin  145 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  but  thou  wilt  prove  146 

Lord,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways  147 

Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was  148 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains  149 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  he*r  150 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  151 

Lord,  thou  hast  planted  me  a  vine  152 

Lord  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  153 

Lord,  'tis  an  infinite  delight  153 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  154 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I  155 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now  156 

Lord,  we  confess  our  num'rous  faults  156 

Lord,  when  I  hear  thy  children  talk  157 

Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending  158 

M 

TVTERCY  is  welcome  news  indeed  159 

Messiah  full  of  grace  160 

Mistaken  souls  that  dream  of  heav'n  161 

Mourning  and  drooping  here  I  lie  162 

My  drowsy  pow'rs  why  sleep  ye  so  165 

My  God  accept  my  early  vows  165 

My  God  I  am  thine  166 

My  Lord,  how  great's  the  favour  167 

My  soul  come  meditate  the  clay  168 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord  169 

N 

"W'AKED,  as  from  the  earth  we  came  170 

Nor  eye,  has  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard  1 7 1 

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No,  I  shall  envy  them  no  more  172 

Not  different  food  nor  diiTrent  dress  172 

Now  be  the  God  of  lsra'1  bless'd  173 

Now  begin  the  heav'nly  theme  174 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  175 

Now  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal  176 

Now  from  the  altar  of  my  heart  176 

Now  from  the  garden  to  the  cross  177 

Now  let  my  faith  grow  strong  and  rise  178 

Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  179 

Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record  180 
Now  Lord,  though  we  must  part  awhile          181 

Now  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire  182 

O 

f^FT  have  I  sat  in  secret  sighs  183 

Oh  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day  184 

Oh,  that  I  had  a  bosom  friend  185 

Once  a  woman  silent  stood  186 

Once  more  before  we  part  1<83 

Once  more  my  soul  the  rising  day  18$ 

Once  more  the  constant  sun  189 

Once  more  we  come  before  our  God  189 

On  thee  O  God  of  purity  190 

Out  of  the  depths  of  long  distress  191 

O  come  let  us  join  192 

O  come  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God  193 

O  for  an  heart  to  love  my  God  194 

O  for  an  overcoming  faith  195 

O  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray  195 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing  196 

O  God  of  good  th'  unfathom'd  sea  32 1 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past  197 

O  Jesus,  our  Lord  198 

O  Lamb  of  God,  our  Saviour  199 

O  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  soul's  desires  199 

O  Lord  !  to  whom  for  help  I  call  200' 

O  my  Lord,  what  must  I  dq  201 


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Pagr, 

O  praise  the  Lord  of  heav'n  202 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  203 

O  that  I  knew  the  secret  place  204 

O  tell  me  no  more  205 

O  that  my  soul  were  now  as  fair  206 

O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears  207 

O  'tis  a  lovely  thing  to  see  208 

O  what  a  wretched  land  is  this  209 

O  what  shall  I  do  to  retrieve  210 

P 

pEACE,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand  211 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair  212 

Poor  Esau  repented  too  late  213 

Praise  to  the  Lord  of  boundless  might  214 

Pray'r  was  appointed  to  convey  215 

Precious  Bible  what  a  treasure  216 

R 

REDEEMED  ones  the  heirs  of  God  216 

Rejoice  evermore  217 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King  218 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern  219 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state  220 

Repent  ye  sons  of  men,  repent  221 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  222 

Rise,  Zion,  shine,  thy  light  is  come  223 

Rock  of  ages,  shelter  me  223 

S 

gALVATION,  oh,  the  joyful  sound  224 

Saviour,  I  do  feel  thy  merit  225 

Saviour  of  men,  we  bless  thy  name  225 

Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise  226 

See,  gracious  Lord,  with  pitying  eyes  227 

See  how  rude  winter's  icy  hand  228 

See  where  the  great  incarnate  God  229 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard  230 

Shall  I  for  fear  of  feeble  man  231 


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Pag% 

Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood  232 

Shall  wisdom  cry  aloud  233 

So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raise  234 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express  234 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears  235 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit  stay  2  36 

Still  out  of  the  deepest  abyss  236 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait  237 

Strange  that  so  much  of  heav'n  and  hell  238 

Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace,  330 

Sweet  is  the  work  my  God  my  King  239 

T 

HPEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days  240 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come  241 

That  man  no  guard  nor  weapon  needs  242 

The  deluge  at  th'  almighty's  call  243 

The  fountain  of  Christ  244 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns  246 

The  holy  eunuch  when  baptiz'd  246 

'Tis  finish'd,  the  Redeemer  said  247 

The  Lord  is  come  ;  the  heav'ns  proclaim  332 
The  Lord  that  made  both  heav'n  and  earth     248 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne  250 

The  majesty  of  Solomon  250 

The  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord  251 

The  sinner  that  by  precious  faith  252 

The  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  press  253 

The  one  thing  needful,  that  good  part  254 

The  saints  appear  to  tread  the  courts  255 

The  Sun  of  right'ousness  appears  256 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  256 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands  257 
These  glorious  minds  how  bright  they  shine  258 

This  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  259 

Though  Jericho  pleasantly  stood  260 

Thou  shepherd  of  Israel,  and  mine  261 

Thou  sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  song  262 


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Pag*. 

Though  troubles  assail  2o3 

Thus  Agur  breath'd  his  warm  desire  265 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  265 

Thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty  one  266 

Thus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd  267 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  268 

*Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know  269 

To-day  God  bids  the  faithful  rest  270 

Try  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground  271 

Two  are  better  far  than  one  272 

U 

UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes  273 

V 

VAIN  man  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear  274 

W 

TyE  are  a  garden  wall'd  around  275 

We  bless  the  Father  and  the  Son  276 

What  contradictions  meet  276 

What  equal  honours  shall  we  bring  278 

What  happy  mem  or  angels,  these  278 

What  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God  279 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God  260 

What  think  you  of  Christ?  is  the  test  281 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet  282 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God  283 

When  Abraham's  servant  to  procure  284 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away  286 

When  Christ  snail  rend  from  end  to  end  286 

When  compass'd  with  clouds  of  distress  288 

When  darkness  long  has  veii'd  my  mind  289 

When  descending  from  the  sky  290 

When  God  reveaiM  his  gracious  name  291 

When  Hannah  press'd  with  grief  292 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  293 

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When  John  (though  a  man)  294 
•When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld  «*■■■"  "  295 
When  O  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I  297 
When  our  great  sov'reign  from  on  high  298 
When  rising  horn  the  bed  of  death  299 
When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress  300 
W  hence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise  30 1 
While  shepherds  watch  their  flocks  by  night  302 
Who  has  believ'd  thy  word  302 
Who  is  this  fair  one  in  distress  304 
Who  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill  305 
Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  305 
Why  flow  these  torrents  of  distress  306 
Why  should  the  children  of  a  king  326 
With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  307 

Y 

YE  boundless  realms  of  joy  325 

Ye  children  of  your  God  attend  308 

Ye  dying  r-ons  of  men  309 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God  309 

Ye  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord  310 

Ye  humble  sinners,  in  whose  breast  3 1 1 

Ye  little  flock,  whom  Jesus  feeds  312 
Ye  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming  tears     313 

Ye  souls  that  fear  the  Lord  313 

Ye  worlds  of  light,  that  roll  so  near  314 

Ye  sons  of  earth  prepare  the  plough  315 

Ye  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race  316 

Ye  sons  of  pride  that  hate  the  just  3 1 7 

Ye  virgin  souls  arise  3 1 7 

Yes,  there  are  joys  that  cannot  die  319 

Yonder amazing  sight! 1  see  319 

Z 

ZION  rejoice,  lift  up  your  voice  320 


THE  SECOND 
INDEX  OR  TABLE. 

Suited  to  particular  Subjects  or  Occasions-. 

1.    FOR   THE  NATIVITY  OF   CHRIST-  page. 

A  WAY  dark  thoughts,  awake,  my  joy  15 

Behold  the  grace  appears  IS 

Harki  the  glad  sound  !  the  Sav'our  comes  87 

The  Lord  is  come  ;  the  heaves  proclaim  322 

While  shepherds  watch  their  flocks  302 

2.    THE  LIFE  OF  CHRIST,  WITH  HIS  CHARACTERS 

AND   REPRESENTATIONS. 

Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love  19 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone  ?0 

E'er  the  blue  heav'ns  were  stretched,   Stc»  63 

Go  worship  at  Emmanuel's  feet  79 

Hosanna  to  the  royal  Son  91 

How  condescending,  and  how  kind  93 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds  102 

I  am  saith  Christ  the  way  105 

IVe  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price  114 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Lord's  anointed  118 

Jesus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold  121 

Jesus,  my  all  to  heav'n  is  gone  123 

Jesus,  the  man  of  constant  grief  125 

Jesu,  ihy  blood  and  righteousness  127 

Now  be  the  God  of  Israel  bless' d    *£&  173 

Rock  of  ages  shelter  me  223 

Shall  wisdom  cry  aloud  233 

So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raise  234 

The  fountain  of  Christ  244 

The  Lord  that  made  both  heaven,  &e*  24& 

The  majesty  of  Solomon  250 

What  think  ye  of  Christ  302 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  307 

3.    THE  PASSION  OF   CHRIST, 

Alas  I  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  5 


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Page. 

All  ye  that  pass  by  7 

And  why,  dear  Sav'our,  tell  me  why  10 

Come  ail  ye  chosen  saints  of  God  38 

Gethsemane,  thou  dolesome  place  72 

'   jGfceate  st  High  -Priest,  Saviour  Christ  83 

He  dies  1  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  !  89 

Jesus,  drinks  the  bitter  cup  120 

I     Now  from  the  garden  to  the  cross  177 

H  Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  179 

I  Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record  180 

O  Lamb  of  God,  the  Saviour  199 

'Tis  finish'd,  the  Redeemer  said  247 

What  equal  honours  shall  we  bring  278 

Yonder — amazing  sight — I  see  319 

4.    THE   RESURRECTION  OF   CHRIST. 

Blest  morning,  whose  young  dawning  rays        29 

Christ  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to  day  37 

The  sun  of  right'ousness  appears  256 

Ye  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord  310 

5      THE   ASCENSION  OF   CHRIST. 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise  86 

This  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  259 

6.  THE   INTERCESSION  OF   CHRIST. 

Saviour,  1  do  feel  thy  meri*  225 

7.  THE  EFFUSION  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great  84 

Go  preach  my  gospel  saith  the  Lord  78 

8.    ON  BAPTISM. 

Buried  in  Baptism  with  our  Lord  32 

By  what  amazing  ways  33 

Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word  6  J 

Father  of  heav'n  we  thee  address  69 

If  glorious  angels  do  rejoice  107 

The  holy  eunuch  when  baptiz'd  246 


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Page. 

We  bless  the  Father  and  the  Son  276 

When  John  (though  a  man)  294 

Ye  children  of  your  God  attend  308 

9.    FOR  WASHING  OF  FEET,    AND  THE  LORD'S 
SUPPER. 

When  our  ^reat  Sovereign  from  on  high         298 

Come  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune  45 

The  menVry  of  our  dying  Lord  25  i 

10.  HOLY  FORTITUDE, 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross   '  8 

By  whom  was  David  taught  34 

I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord  109 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say  137 

No,  I  shall  envy  them  no  more  172 

Shall  I  for  fear  of  feeble  man  231 

Stand  up  my  soul  shake  off  thy  fears  235 

When  Abraham's  servant  to  procure  284 

Ye  humble  sinners  in  whose  breast  31  i 

11.  MORNING  HYMNS* 

Awake  my  soul,  and  with  the  sua  14 

Early  my  God  without  delay  324 

God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice  77 

Lord  in  :he  morning  thou  shalt  hear  ISO 

My  God  accept  my  early  vows  165 

Once  more  my  soul  the  rising  day  188 

Sweet  is  the  work  my  God  my  King  239 

To  day  God  bids  the  faithful  rest  270 

Ye  worlds  of  light  that  roll  so  near  314 

12.  EVENING   HYMNS* 

Glory  to  thee  my  God  this  nig;ht  74 

Lord  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  153 

Now  from  the  altar  of  my  heart  176 

Thou  Sov'reign  let  my  ev'r.ing  song  262 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  265 

When  O  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I  297 


SECOND    TABLE. 
13.    FOR   NEW-YEAR'S  DAY.  Page. 

And  now  my  soul,   another  year  10 

Now  gracious  Lord  thine  arm  reveal  176 

Once  more  the  constant  sun  189 

0  praise  the  Lord  of  heav'n  202 

14.    PRAISE  TO  THE   REDEEMER. 

Come  heav'nly  love,  inspire  my  song 
Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
Did  our  Emmanuel  die  for  us 
How  glorious  is  our  heav'nly  King 

1  that  am  drawn  out  of  the  depth 
Join  all  ye  glorious  names 
Let  us,  tne  sheep  by  Jesus  nam'd 
O  come  let  us  join 

0  Jesus  our  Lord 
Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 
Salvation,  oh  the  joyful  sound 
Saviour  of  men,  we  bless  thy  name 
What  shall  1  render  to  my  God 
Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy 

15.    THE  MYSTERY  OF  THE   CROSS. 

Children  of  Israel  see  what  shade  25 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way  77 

Now  let  my  faith  grow  strong  and  rise  178 

The  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  press  253 

16.    ON  THE  FALL  OF  MAN,    OR    DEPRAVITY 
OF    HUMAN   NATURE. 

Arise,  my  tend'rest  thoughts  arise  12 

All  you  that  love  the  Lord  draw  near  6 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  99 

1  would  but  cannot  sing  116 
Mistaken  souls  that  dream  of  heav'n  161 
My  Lord  how  great's  the  favour  167 
O  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day  184 
Though  Jericho  pleasantly  stood  260 


SECOND  TABLE. 

17.    LONGING   AFTER   CHRIST.  Pag*. 

Alas,  my  God,  that  thou  should  be  4 

Can  such  poor  feeble  worms  as  we  35 

Come  let  me  love  ;  or  is  my  mind  43 

Eternal  pow'r,  whose  high  abode  327 

Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  receive  90 

How  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain,  327 

I  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace  109 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul  122 

Jesus,  the  only  thought  of  thee  124 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  1 5 1 

Mourning  and  drooping  here  I  lie  162 

Oh  that  I  had  a  bosom  friend  185 

The  one  thing  needful  that  good  part  254 

Thou  Shepherd  of  Isra'l  and  mine  261 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King  326 

18.    SUPPLICATORY   HYMNS. 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise  12 

Bestow,  dear  Lord  upon  our  youth  22 

Bright  burning  beams  of  gospel  grace  31 

Come  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell  39 

Come  descend,  O  heav'nly  Spirit  40 

Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  329 

Come  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  dove  42 

Come  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing  48 

Eternal  God,  thy  pow'r  make  known  64 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee  68 

t^luide  me  O  thou  great  Jehovah  85 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  328 

In  thine  own  ways  O  God  of  love  1 1 1 

I  want  an  heart  to  pray  115 

Jesu,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord  126 

Lord  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways  147 

Lord  we  come  before  thee  now  156 

Now  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire  182 

O  come,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God  193 


SECOND    TABLE. 

O  for  an  heart  to  love  my  God 

O  for  an  overcoming  faith 

O  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray 

O  Lord  thou  know'st  my  soul's  desires 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

See  how  rude  winter's  icy  hand 

Thus  Agur  breath'd  his  warm  desire 

Try  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 

When  Hannah  press'd  with  grief 

19.    CHRISTIAN  CONSOLATION. 

Blest  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 
Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now 
Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 
How  happy  is  the  Christian  state 
Kind  souls,  who  for  the  mis'ries  moan 
Lord,  I  am  thine,  but  thou  wilt  prove 
Lord,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 
Mercy  is  welcome  news  indeed 
Nor  eye  has  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard 
We  are  a  garden  wall'd  around 
What  happy  men,  or  angels,  these 

20,   CONVERSION. 

Behold  the  wretch  whose  lust  and  wine 

Believers  own  they  are  but  blind 

Bless'd  are  the  humble  souls  that  see  24 

Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was  14$ 

The  sinner  that  by  precious  faith  252 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  291 

When,  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld       *~  295 

Who  is  this  fair  one  in  distress 

Who  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill  305 

Ye  souls  that  fear  the  Lord 


SECOND    TABLJE. 
21.    THE  WONDERS  OF   REDEEMING   LOVE.      page. 

Bless' d  be  that  dear  uniting  love,  331 

Dear  Lord,  how  wond'rous  is  thy  love  55 

How  wond'rous  are  the  works  of  God  103 

Now  begin  the  heav'nly  theme  174 

O  God  of  good  th'  unfathom'd  sea  32 1 

22.    THE   BLESSEDNESS  OF   THE  GOSPEL. 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know  26 

Blest  be  my  Go  1  that  I  was  born  27 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  30 

Front  Sheba  a  distant  report  7 1 

Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  8  i 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet  92 

How  honourable  is  the  place  94 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow  131 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend  136 

Lord,  thou  hast  planted  me  a  vine  15  2 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern  219 

Repent  ye  sons  of  men,  repent  226 

Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise  226 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  268 

23.    THE   PILGRIMAGE  OF   SAINTS. 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death  32 

Children  of  the  heav'nly  King  36 

O  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this  209 

Redeemed  ones  the  heirs  of  God  2 1 6 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait  237 

24.     ON   THE   KINGDOM   OF   CHRIST. 

A  form  of  words,  though  e'er  so  sound  1  t 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  16 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  17 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears  143 

Rejoice  evermore  217 

Rejoice,  tht  Lord  is  King                         *  218 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  246 

The  glorious  minds  how  bright  they  shine  258 

When  descending  from  the  sky  290 


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Awake,  and  sing  the  song  13 

Come  let  us  all  unite  to  praise  44 

Come  see  the  pow'r  of  Christ  our  King  47 

Come  ye  sinners  poor  and  wretched  49 

Deserters  to  the  camp  return  58 

Disciples  of  Christ  59 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies  71 

I  ask  the  Lord,  that  I  might  grow  105 

Know,  ye  that  are  of  Adam's  race  135 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  175 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  222 

Rise,  Zion,  shine,  thy  light  is  come  223 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard  230 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express  234 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men  309 

Ye  humble  souls  approach  your  God  309 

Ye  little  flock,  whom  Jesus  feeds  312 

Ye  sons  of  earth  prepare  the  plough  315 

Ye  virgin  souls  arise  3 1 7 

26.    FAITH   AND   OBEDIENCE. 

Constrain'd  by  their  Lord  to  embark 
Elijah's  example  declares 
How  meanly  dwells  th*  immortal  mind 
If  Paul  in  Cesar's  court  must  stand 
Kind  are  the  words  that  Jesus  speaks 
Lord  I  believe  a  rest  remains 
'  My  God  I  am  thine 
When  compass'd  with  clouds  of  distress 
When  darkness  long  has  veil'd  my  mind 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
Yes,  there  are  joys  thai  cannot  die 

27.    JUDGMENT   HYMNS. 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders 

He  comes  !  he  comes  !  the  Saviour  dear 


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Lo  !  he  cometh,  countless  trumpets 

Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending  158 

See  where  the  great  incarnate  God  229 

That  awful  clay  will  sureiy  come  241 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne  250 

When  Christ  shall  rend  from  end  to  end  286 

28.    THE  FRAILTY  OF   OUR  LIFE. 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  103 

Kind  souls  reflect,  awhile  with  me  134 

Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be  138 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  154 

Oft  have  I  sat  in  secret  sighs  183 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past  197 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state  220 

Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood  232 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days  240 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  256 

Ye  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race  3 1 6 

29.    FUNERAL   HYMNS. 

Ah  !  lovely  appearance  of  death  2 

Hark  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound  85 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims  88 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away  286 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  305 

Why  flow  these  torrents  of  distress  306 

Ye  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming  tears  3 1 3 

30.    ON   DEATH    AND   THE   RESURRECTION. 

And  must  this  body  die  9 

Blessed  are  they  (the  Scriptures  say)  25 

Death  I  'tis  a  melancholy  day  57 

peat  God,  I  own  thy  sentence  just  83 

How  lon^  shall  death  the  tyrant  reign  95 

My  soul  come  meditate  the  day  168 

Naked,  as  from  the  earth  we  came  171 


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There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands  257 

Vain  man  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear  274 

Ye  sons  of  pride  that  hate  the  just  317 

31.    BfcFORE  SERMON    1st.       AFTER  SERMON  2d. 

1st.)  Does  it  not  grief  and  wonder  move  60 

The  saints  appear  to  tread  the  courts  255 

2d.)  Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  Lord  60 

Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  145 

Once  more  before  we  part  188 

32.    THE   BEING   AND   PERFECTION  OF  GOD. 

Eternal  majesty  on  high  65 

Fair  Salem's  daughters  ask  to  know  65 

Father  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  67 

How  should  the  sons  of  Adam's  race  100 

How  strong  thine  arm  is  mighty  God  101 

Jehovctii  speaks  let  Isr'el  hear  11£ 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee  1 10 

Praise  to  the  Lord  of  boundless  might  214 

When  all  thy  mercies,  ()  my  God  283 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise  301 

33.    ON  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts  98 

It  is  not  good,  Jehovah  said  1 12 

Precious  Bible  what  a  treasure  216 

34.    ON  CHARITY   AND   UNCHARITABLENESS. 

Behold  how  sinners  disagree  16 

Blest  is  tiie  man  whose  bowels  move  28 

Let  Pharisees  of  high  esteem  139 

Not  diff'rent  food  nor  difFrent  dress  172 

Once  a  woman  silent  stood  186 

35.    FOR  THE  HOPE  OF  ISRAEL. 

Come  thou  long  expected  Jesus  49 

Father  of  faithful  Abraham,  hear  68 


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Pago. 

I  lift  my  banner,  saith  the  Lord  108 

Joy  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  come  132 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice  141 

Messiah  full  of  grace  160 

What  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God  279 

Zion  rejoice,  lift  up  your  voice  320 

36.    PENITENTIAL   HYMNS. 

Beside  the  gospel  pool  21 

God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down  74 

God  of  my  salvation  hear  75 

Grucious  Lord,  incline  thine  ear  82 

Lord  1  am  vile  conceiv'd  in  sin  145 

O  Lord  !  to  whom  for  help  I  call  200 

O  my  Lord,  what  must  I  do  201 

O  that  I  knew  the  secret  place  204 

O  that  my  soul  were  now  as  fair  206 

O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears  207 

O  what  shall  I  do  to  retrieve  210 

Poor  Esau  repented  too  late  213 

See,  gracious  Lord,  with  pitying  eyes  227 

Still  out  of  the  deepest  abyss  236 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know  269 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death  299 

When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress  300 

37.    BROTHERLY   LOVE. 

Dear  friends,  farewell,  I  go  to  dwell  53 
Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  clear  sake         *       135 

Let  party  names  no  more  139 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  sight  144 

Now  Lord,  though  we  must  part  awhile  181 

O  'tis  a  lovely  thing  to  see  208 

Two  are  better  far  than  one  272 

38.    SPIRITUAL  POVERTY. 

Lord,  when  I  hear  thy  children  talk  157 

My  drowsy  pow'rs  why  sleep  ye  so  165 

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On  thee  O  God  of  purity 

Out  of  the  depths  of  iong  distress 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit  stay 

Strange  that  so  much  of  heav*n  and  hell 

What  contradictions  meet 

39.    RESIGNATION  TO  PROVIDENCE. 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul 

O  tell  me  no  more 

Peace,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand 

That  man  no  guard  nor  weapon  needs 

Though  troubles  assail 

40.    TO  THE  TRINITY* 

Glory,  glory    glory,  glory 
Lord  Christ  reveal  thy  holy  face 
My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord 


A  TABLE 

OS  THE  SCRIPTURES,    THAT  ARE    TURNED    INTO 
VERSE. 

Chap.    Verse.  Page.  Chap.    Verse.           Page. 

Gen.        24.   56.  284  Psaim  145.                   330 

25.   31.  213Prov.  8.    1,22,32.233 

45.  1,    15.  295  30.  7.  8,  9.  256 
1  Sam.      I.   10.  92  Isaiah  26.   1—6.        94 

1  Kings  10.      J.  71  26.8—20.    108 

17,      1.  62  38.  9.              300 

2  Kings  19.  23.  260  40.27—30.301 
Esther  14.  16.  311  45.  22—24.117 
Job            4.    17,  21.  232  53.    1-5-10.302 

9.      I,  9.  100  56,  7.              233 

19.  25,  27.  83  55.  4—5.       315 

23.  1,  9.  204  57.  15,  16  266 
Psalm   1.  28  63.  1,  2,  3.  279 

15.  305  63.  4,  7.    108 

19.  77  Nahum  1.  7.  309 

24.  259  Zech.  4.  10.  248 
39.  240  13.  1.  244 
41.  28  Haiti.  3.        294 

46.  10.  211  5.  1—9.  24 
51.  145  7.  13.  32 
66.  16.  313  13.  17.  92 
73.  15,  17.  155  14*  22.  5\ 
84.  15  1  15.  5 — 9.   315 

89.  47,  49.  220  21.  9.       91 

90.  197  25.  6.  •   317 

91.  316  28.  5,  6.  310 
100.  16  28.  19,  20  78 
102.  141  Luke  1.  30.  18 
117.  71  1.  46.  169 
121.  273  1.  68-  173 
126.  291  2.  6,  4.  202 
130.  191  6.  20.  157 
133.  144  7.  18,  50.  186 
139.  110  10.  21.     12. 


A    TABLE    OF    THE    SCRIPTURES,    $CC. 


Chap. 

Verst- 

Pag^. 

Chap. 

Verse 

P»ge. 

Luke    12. 

32. 

312 

2  Cor.  12. 

9. 

132 

14. 

22. 

392 

12 

.7,9,10 

.  137 

15. 

11. 

20  1  Thes.  4. 

13. 

306 

18. 

10. 

16 

5. 

17. 

215 

23. 

39, 

43. 

47 

2  Tim.  1. 

12. 

109 

John     1 . 

1- 

-3. 

63 

4. 

6, 

7. 

56 

5. 

1. 

22 

Titus    3. 

3, 

7. 

156 

12. 

32. 

319 

Heb.     7. 

121 

13. 

1. 

298 

9. 

121 

14. 

6. 

102 

James     1. 

29. 

219 

19. 

30. 

247 

1  Pet.  2. 

6. 

20 

Acts      2. 

1. 

84 

3. 

20, 

21. 

243 

8. 

39. 

246 

Rev.       5. 

6, 

12. 

17 

Rom.    7. 

8,9- 

-14 

14J8 

7: 

13. 

258 

1  Cor.     1. 

30. 

23 

7. 

u. 

278 

2. 

9, 

10. 

171 

14. 

13. 

88 

13. 

2,7 

12. 

139 

15. 

o 
O. 

101 

15. 

55. 

195 

1   21. 

1. 

143 

2  Cor.     4. 

6. 

214 

21. 

5, 

8. 

229 

5. 

1. 

257 

22. 

16. 

143 

A  SELECTION 


OP 


HYMN  S, 

FROM  VARIOUS  AUTHORS, 

SUPPLEMENTARY 
tor 
THE  USE  OF  CHRISTIANS. 

And  they  sting  a  new  song,  Isfc.  Kev.  v.  9. 


FIRST  EDITION 

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GERMAsrotvy : 

PUBLISHED  BY  JOHN  LEIBERT,  JUN*R» 
6.  8c   D.   BILLMEYER..„PRINTER?» 


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Be  it  remembered,  that  on  the  eigh- 
|L.  S.J  teenth  day  of  November  in  the  forty-first 
fe*«****$  year  of  the  Independence  of  the  United 
States  of  America,  A.  D.  1816,  John  Leibert, 
,tun*r%  of  the  said  District,  hath  deposited  in  this 
office  the  title  of  a  Book,  the  right  whereof  he 
claims  as  proprietor,in  the  words  following,  to  wit: 
w  A  selection  of  Hymns,  from  various  Authors^ 
Sufinlementary  for  the  use  of  Christians. — 
And  they  sung  a  new  Song,  &c.  Rev.  v.  9. 
First  Edition." 
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tled, 4»  An  Act  supplementary  to  An  Act,   entitled 
"  An  Act  for  the  encouragement  of  Learning,  by 
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I).  CALDWELL, 
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SELECT  HYMNS. 

HYMN  I.    c  m. 

The  apAritual  coronation.     Cant,  iii .    i£, 

ANGELS. 

1  A   LL  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesa  :o  name! 
JiJL  Let  angels  prostrate  fall : 
Bring  Forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

MARTYRS. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call; 
Extol  the  son  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

CONVERTED   JEWS. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race 

A  remnant  weak  and  small; 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  ail. 

BELIEVING  GENTILES. 

4  Ye  Gentile  sinners  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall  ; 
Go — spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

OF    EVERY   AGE. 

6  Babes,  men,  and  sires,  whfi  know  his  love 
Who  feel  your  sin  and  tnrali, 


Now  joy  with  all  the  hosts  above, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

OF  EVERY  NATION. 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

Upon  this  earthly  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

7  O  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting;  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


HYMN  II     s.  w. 

Forms  vain  without  Religion* 

A  LMIGHTY  Makei,  God  ! 
How  wondrous  is  thy  name  ! 
Thy  glories  how  diffus'd  abroad 
Thro*  the  creation's  frame. 

Nature  in  every  dress 
Her  humble  homage  pays, 
And  firtds  a  thousand  ways  t'  express 
Thine  undissembled  praise. 

My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
To  her  Creator  too, 
Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

[But  pride,  that  busy  sin, 
Spoils  ail  that  1  perform, 
Curs'd  pride,  that  creeps  securely  in, 
And  swells  ajiaughty  worm.] 


5  Create  my  soul  anew, 
Els?  all  my  worship's  vain  ; 

This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true, 
Until  'tis  torm'd  again. 

6  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days, 

And  to  my  God,  my  soul  ascend 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 

HYMN  III.    l  m. 

1  A  ND  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 

Such  let  our  conversation  be ; 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife 
On  Jesus  let  us  fix  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

3  O  how  benevolent  and  kind ! 

How  mild !  how  ready  to  forgive ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heav'nly  Father's  will, 

Was  his  employment  and  delight : 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  thro*  his  life  divinely  bright. 

5  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 

The  labours  of  his  life  were  love; 
If  then  we  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
Let  his  divine  example  move  1 


HYMX  IV.    c.  m. 

t  AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail> 

And  let  it  faint  or  die, 
My  soul  shall   juit  the  mournful  vale, 

A. id  soar  to  worlds  on  hign  ? 
Shall  joiirthe  disemdody'd  saints, 

And  find  its  long  sougnt  rest, 
That  only  bliss  for  whicn  it  pants 

lu  tn  ^  Redeemers  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain, 

And  gladly  wander,  up  and  down, 

v  id  smile  at  toii  and  pain. 
I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years 

Till  my  deliv'rer  come, 
Anrl  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 
\nd  take  his  exile  home. 

5  O  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  ! 

Before  my  ravish'd  eyes 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  piradise  ! 
I  see  a  \vprid  oi  Spirits  bright, 

VVao  taste  trie  pleasures  there  ! 
They  ail  are  vob'd  in  spotless  white, 

And  conqu'ring  palms  they  bean 

4  O  Wiiat  are  all  my  sufferings  here 

II  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptur'd  host  V appear, 

Aad  worship  at  thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  gnef,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  : 
Bui  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  tnat  eternal  day. 


HYMN  V.    c.  m. 

£    A  NT)  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought* 
And  answer  in  that  day, 
For  ev'ry  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  ev'ry  word  I  say  ? 

2  Yes,  ev'ry  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 
And  I  receive  my  just  desert, 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  How  careful  then  ought  I  to  live; 

With  what  religious  fear ; 
i    Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behaviour  here  ! 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

The  watchful  pow'r  bestow  ! 
So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 

5  If  now  thou  "  standest  at  the  door," 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near  ! 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 

HYMN  VI.    p.  m. 

1        A  RISE,  my  soul,  arise, 
.  Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 

The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears ; 
Before  the  throne  my  Saviour  stands : 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

3      He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  } 


With  his  redeeming  love, 
His  precious  blood  to  plead ; 
His  blood  was  spilt  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary  ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me: 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive  they  cry  1 
Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die, 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  annointed  one ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  To  God  I'm  reconciPd, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear: 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father  !  cry. 

HYMN  VII.    l.  m. 

Jefiovah-S/iammahy  Ezek.  xlviii.  35. 

IAS  birds  their  infant  brood  protect 

And  spread  their  wings  to  shelter  them; 
Thus  saith  the  Lord  to  his  elect, 
H  So  will  I  guard  Jerusalem."      • 

2  And  what  then  is  Jerusalem, 
This  darling  object  of  his  care  ? 
Where  is  its  worth  in  God's  esteem  ? 
Who  built  it  ?-—who  inhabits  there  ? 


3  Jehovah  founded  it  in  blood, 
The  blood  of  his  incarnate  Son  ; 
There  dwell  the  saints,  once  foes  to  God 
The  sinners  whom  he  calls  his  own. 

4  There,  though  besieg'd  on  ev'ry  side, 
Yet  much  belov'd  and  guarded  well ; 
From  age  to  age  they  have  defied 
The  utmost  force  of  earth  and  hell. 

5  Let  earth  repent,  and  hell  despair, 
This  city  hath  a  sure  defence ; 

Her  name  is  call'd,  The  Lord  is  there. 
And  who  has  power  to  drive  them  thencet 

HYMN  VIII.    l.  m. 

Thy  kingdom  come.  Matt.  vi.  10, 

1  A  SCEND  thy  throne,  almighty  King, 

And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad ; 
Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 
And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 
Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face, 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdued  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  O  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord  ; 
Let  saints,  and  angels  praise  thy  name. 
Be  thou  thro'  heaven  and  earth  ador'd„ 

HYMN  IX.    l.  m. 

1    AWAKE,  Jerusalem,  awake, 

No  longer  in  thy  sins  lie  down : 
The  garment  of  salvation  take, 

Thy  beauty  and  thy  strength  put  on* 


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2  Shake  off  the  dust  that  blinds  thy  sight,    i 

And  hides  the  promise  from  thine  eyes, 
Arise  and  struggle  into  light, 

Thy  great  Deliv'rer  calls,  Arise  ! 

3  Shake  off  the  bands  of  sad  despair, 

Sion  assert  thy  liberty, 
Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 
And  God  shall  set  tne  captive  free. 

4  Vessels  of  mercy,  sons  of  grace, 

Be  purg'd  from  ev'ry  sinful  stain, 
Be  like  your  Lord,  his  word  embrace, 
Nor  bear  his  hallow'd  name  in  vain, 

5  The  Lord  shall  in  your  front  appear, 

And  lead  the  pompous  triumph  on  ; 
His  glory  shall  bring  up  the  rear, 
And  perfect  what  his  grace  begun. 

HYMN  X.    l.  m. 

1  AWAKE  my  zeal,  awake  my  love, 

And  serve  my  Saviour  here  below, 
In  works  which  ajl  the  saints  above, 
Which  holy  angels  cannot  do. 

2  My  faith  and  hope  may  see  the  Lord, 
Though  veils  of  darkness  lie  between  ; 
Hope  snail  rest  firiu  upon  his  word, 
And  faith  rejoice  in  things  unseen* 

3  Awake  my  charity,  and  feed 

The  hungry  soul  and  clothe  the  poor ; 
In  heav'n  are  found  no  sons  of  need, 
There  ail  these  duties  are  no  more. 

4  Subdue  thy  passions,  O  my  soul 
Maintain  the  fight,  the  work  pursue, 


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Daily  thy  rising  sins  controul, 
And  be  thy  vict'ries  ever  new* 

5  The  land  of  triumph  lies  on  high, 
There  are  no  fields  of  battle  there, 
Lord  I  would  conquer  till  I  die, 
And  finish  all  the  glorious  war. 

6  Let  every  flying  hour  confess 

I  gain  thy  gospel  fresh  renown; 
And  when  my  life  and  labours  cease, 
May  I  possess  the  promis'd  crown. 

HYMN  XL    l.  m. 

The  Christian  Race.    Isa.  xl.  28 — 31. 

1  AWAKE  our  souls  (away  our  fears, 

Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  begone) 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  straight  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

That  feeds  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint. 

5  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  pow'r 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply: 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode : 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road, 


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HYMN  XII.    l.  ii. 

The  benefit  of  Public  Ordinances* 

1  A  WAY  from  ev'ry  mortal  care; 

Away  from  earth,  our  souls  retreat ; 
We  leave  this  worthless  world  afar. 
And  wait  and  worship  near  thy  seat, 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 

We  see  thy  feet,  and  we  adore ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 

3  While  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 

United  groans  ascend  on  high ; 
And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 
Of  blessings  in  variety. 

4  [If  Satan  rage,  and  sin  grows  strong, 

Here  we  receive  some  cheering  word  ; 
We  gird  the  gospel-armour  on, 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or  if  our  spirit  faints  and  dies, 

(Our  conscience  gall'd  with  inward  stings) 
Here  doth  the  righteous  Sun  arise 

With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings* 

6  Father  !  my  soul  would  still  abide 

Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  side; 
But  if  my  feet  must  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

HYMN  XIIL    L.  m. 

1   T)E  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go, 

Teach  me  what  thou  would'st  have  me  do ; 
Suggest  whate'er  I  think  or  say> 
Pirect  me  in  the  narrow  way. 


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2  Assist  and  teach  me  how'to  pray ; 
Incline  my  nature  to  obey  : 
What  thcu  abhorr'st,  that  let  me  flee, 
And  only  love  what  pleases  thee. 

HYMN  XIV.     cm. 

The  Faithfulness  of  God  in  the  Promise*. 

1  r  T>  EGIN,  my  tongue,  some  heav'nly  theme, 
L        And  speak  some  boundless  thing, 

The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  pow'r  abroad  ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim,  "  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 

*  For  wretched  dying  men ;" 
His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brass 

The  mighty  promise  shines  : 
Nor  can  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  raze 
Those  everlasting  lines.] 

5  His  very  word  of  grace  is  strong, 

As  that  which  built  the  skies  ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promises, 

6  O,  might  I  hear  thy  heav'nly  to^jjue 

But  whisper,  "  Thou  art  rtfpc  !" 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  sone* 
To  notes  almost  divine. 
B 


J4, 

t  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice^ 
And  think  my  heav'n  secure  ! 
I  trust  the  all-creating  voice, 
And  faith  desires  no  more.] 


HYMN  XV.    c.  m. 

1  HEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 

Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree. 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans  !  while  nature  shake  . 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ! 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  bend. 

3  'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom's  paid  ; 

"  Receive  my  soul !"  he  cries  : 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head  ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies ! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine. 
O  Lamb  ol  God  !  was  ever  pain. 
Was  ever  love  like  thine ! 


HYMN  XVI.     p.  m. 

The  Privileges  of  the  Sons  o/Goi). 

1   T5LESSED  are  the  sons  of  God, 

They  are  bought  with  Jesu's  blood, 
They  ar^aiisom'd  from  the  grave, 
Life  eterftaMiey  shall  have. 
With  them  mimber'd  may  we  btr 
-Now  and  thro'  eternity  I 


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2  God  did  love  them  in  his  Sou, 
Long  before  the  world  begun  ; 
They  the  seal  of  this  receive 
When  on  Jesus  they  believe. 
With  them,  8cc. 

3  They  are  justify'dby  grace, 
They  enjoy  a  solid  peace  ; 
All  their  sins  are  wash'd  away, 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day. 
With  them,  &c. 

4  They  produce  the  fruits  of  graoej 
In  tne  works  of  righteousness  ! 
Born  of  God,  they  hate  all  sin, 
God's  pure  seed  remains  within. 
With  them,  &c. 

5  They  have  fellowship  with  God 
Thro'  the  Mediator's  blood  ; 
One  with  God,  thro'  Jesus  one, 
Glory  is  in  them  begun. 
With  them,  &c. 

6  Tho'  they  suffer  much  on  earth, 
Strangers  to  the  worldlings  mirth, 
Yet  they  have  an  inward  joy, 
Pleasures  which  can  never  cloy, 
Witii  them,  &c. 

7  They  alone  are  truly  blest, 

Heirs  of  God,  joint  heirs  with  Christ ; 
They  with  love  and  peace  are  fiil'd, 
They  are  by  his  Spirit  seal'd  : 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be> 
£Jow  and  thro*  eternity  ! 


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HYMN  XYII.    l.  u. 

Blessing  God  for  his  goodness  to  squI  and  body. 

1  T>  LESS,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God  ; 

Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favours  claim  thy  highest  praise  ; 
Why  should  ungrateful  silence  hide 
The  blessings  which  his  hands  provide  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done  -f 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels — 
Redeems  the  soul  from  hell,  and  saves 
Our  wasting  life  from  threat'ning  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  ; 
He  fills  our  store  with  ev'ry  good, 
And  feeds  our  souls  with  heav'nly  food. 

0  He  sees  th'  oppressor  and  th'  opprest, 
And  often  gives  the  suff'rer  rest ; 
But  will  his  justice  more  display 
In  the  last  great  rewarding  day. 


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HYMN  XVIII.    p.  m. 

T5  URST  ye  em'rald  gates  and  bring 

To  my  raptur'd  vision, 
All  thJ  extatic  joys,  that  spring 
Round  the  bright  elisian  ; 


1? 

Lo  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break  ye  intervening  skies ; 

Sons  oi  righteousness  arise, 
Op'n  the  gates  of  paradise ; 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 

Freely  flash  before  him  ; 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight. 

Instantly  adore  him  ; 
Angel  trumps  resound  his  fame, 

Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim, 
All  the  music  of  his  name ; 

Heaven  echoing  the  theme* 

£  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise, 

From  their  princely  station  ; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories, 

Sing  the  great  salvation ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 

Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 

Holy  !  holy  !  holy  one. 

4  Hark — the  thrilling  symphonies, 

Seem,  me  thinks,  to  seize  us — 
Join  we  too  the  holy  lays — 

Jesus — Jesus — Jesus  ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 

Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 

Jesus — Jesus  ilow  along. 

HYMN  XIX.    p.  m. 

Living'  by  Faith  connected  with  Work§» 

1   T*  Y  faith  I  live,  by  faith  I  see, 
That  Jesus  gave  his  life  for  me  j 
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By  faith  I  venture  on  his  grace, 

And  through  his  blood  my  sins  efface. 

2  Yet  faith  alone  will  not  suffice, 
To  bring  me  to  that  Paradise  ; 
That  heaven,  where  holy  angels  dwell, 
And  souls  redeem'd  from  death  and  hell. 

3  Our  works  on  earth  are  works  of  love, 
Which  frame  our  minds  for  tilings  above, 
And  if  we  would  on  Christ  depend, 

His  blessed  voice  we  should  attend. 

4  To  blend  the  two  in  one  we  see, 

How  faith  and  works  do  sweet  agree ; 
And  through  their  influence  we  shall  find, 
A  God  most  gracious,  good,  and  kind. 

5  Then  let  us  learn  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  strive  to  walk  the  narrow  way  ; 
And  if  we  would  true  pleasure  find, 
Our  sins  must  all  be  left  behind. 

6  Thus  when  we  leave  this  world  of  woe, 
A  witness  we  shall  leave  below  ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  see, 

The  right  we  have  to  liberty. 

HYMN  XX.    c.  m. 

The  different  Success  of  the  Gos/ieL       1  Cor. 
i.  23,24.    2  Cor.  ii.   16.   1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 

1  /^HRIST  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme  : 

The  myst'ries  that  we  speak 
Are  sGandal  in  the  Jew's  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls  enlighten'd  from  above 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 


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They  see  what  wisdom,  pow'r,  and  love, 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  savour  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath  ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  show'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

HYMN  XXI.    c.  m. 

1  POME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 

And  all  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join 

Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord. 

2  Give  up  ourselves  thro'  Jesu's  pow'r, 

His  name  to  glorify  ; 
And  promis'e  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind  ; 
We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 

Who  hears  our  solemn  vow ; 
And  if  tiiou  art  well  pleas' d  to  hear, 
Come  down  and  meet  us  now ! 

5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Let  all  our  hearts  receive  ; 

Present  with  the  celestial  host, 

The  peaceful  answer  give. 


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(J  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply, 
Which  takes  our  sins  away ; 
And  register  our  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 

HYMN  XXII.    p.  m. 

1  pOME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare,, 

Jesus  loves  to  answer  pray'r; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  king 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring : 
For  his  grace  and  pow'r  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

o  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ! 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  As  the  image  in  the  glass 
Answers  the  beholder's  face  ; 
Thus  unto  mine  heart  appear, 
Print  thine  own  resemblance  there, 

6  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 


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7  Shew  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Ev'ry  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

HYMN  XXIII.    L.  m. 

1  QOME,  Saviour  Jesus,  from  above  ! 

*-/  Assist  me  with  thy  heav'nly  grace  \ 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 

2  O  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 

And  set  my  longing  spirit  free  ! 
Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  night  and  day  to  feast  on  thee. 

G  While  in  this  region  here  below, 
No  other  good  will  I  pursue  : 
I'll  bid  this  world  of  noise  and  show, 
With  all  its  glitt'ring  snares  adieu. 

4  That  path  with  humble  speed  I'll  seek, 

In  which  my  Saviour's  footsteps  shine  ; 
Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak, 
Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 

5  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 

Divide  this  consecrated  soul : 
Possess  it  thou  who  hast  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  master  of  the  whole. 

ft  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  desire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breast ; 
This  only  this,  will  I  require, 
And  freely  give  up  all  the  rest. 


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HYMN  XXIV.    s.  m. 

A  fisalm  before  sermon. 

1  £|OME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing  : 
Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 
The  universal  King, 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  : 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

S  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  ; 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  : 
Come,  like  the  people  of  nis  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews* 
That  unbelieving  race, 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drest, 

Will  lift  his  hand,  and  swear, 
"  You  that  despis'd  my  promis'd  rest 
"  bhall  have  no  portion  there." 

HYMN  XXV.    l.  m. 

1  TMSMISS  us  from  the  house  of  pray'r, 

With  blessings,  such  as  mortals  need ; 
And  mate  our  souls  thy  constant  care, 
Till  we  from  evil  shall  be  freed. 


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2  And  if  we1  ©ever  meet  again 

Till  we  our  Lord  appearing  see, 
®  may  we  all  with  Jesus  reign, 
And  always  with  our  Saviour  be.^ 

HYMN  XXVI.    c.  m. 

The  everlasting  Song. 

1  'pARTH  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long; 

'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  Man  my  Saviour  sits; 

The  God !  how  bright  he  shines  ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around : 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains, 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  emplgys ; 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing: 
Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

0  [Hark,  how  beyond  the  narrow  bounds 
Of  time  and  space  they  run  ; 
And  echo  in  majestic  sounds 
The  Godhead  of  the  Son  ! 

G  And  now  they  sink  the  lofty  tune, 
And  gentler  notes  they  play  ; 
And  bring  the  Father's  equal  down 
To  dwell  in  humble  clay. 


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t  O  sacred  beauties  of  the  Man  I 
(The  God  resides  within :) 
His  flesh  all  pure  without  a  stain  ; 
His  soul  without  a  shy 

8  But,  when  to  Calvary  they  turn, 

Silent  their  harps  abide: 
Suspended  songs,  a  moment,  mourn 
The  God  that  lovM  and  died. 

9  Then,  all  at  once,  to  living  strains 

They  summon  every  chord : 
Tell  how  he  triumphed  o'er  his  pains, 
And  chant  the  rising  Lord.]] 

10  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too ; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 

Ill  would  begin  the  music  here. 
And  so  my  soul  should  rise : 
O  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies  ! 

12  There  ye  that  love  my  Saviour  sit : 
There  1  would  fain  have  place, 
Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet. 
So  I  might  see  his  face. 

HYMN  XXVII.    c.  m. 

Faith  of  Things  unseen.  Heb.  xi.  1,  3,  8,  10. 

1   TJAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
Of  things  beyond  our  sight, 
Breaks  thro'  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  sense, 
And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light* 


2  It  sets  times  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word ; 
Abra'm  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  city  fair  and  high, 

Built  by  th'  eternal  hands ; 
And  faith  assures  us,  though  re  die 
That  heav'nly  building  stands. 

HYMN  XXVIII.    s.  m. 

The  beauty  of  the  church  ;  ory  Gosjiel  worahi/. 
and  order. 

1  TTAR  as  thy  name  is  known 

The  world  declares  thy  praise ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honour  raise, 

2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well ; 

4i  The  orders  of  thy  house, 
The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows; 
And  make  a  fair  report, 
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5  How  decent  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes^ 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  our's  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  XXIX.    l.  m. 

The  Enjoyment  of  Christ ;   or,  Delight  in  Worm 
shift. 

1  T?AR  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone^ 

Let  my  religious  hours  alone ; 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire: 
Come  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heav'nly  love. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

4  [Hail,  great  Immanuel.  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  : 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known. 


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HYMN  XXX.    c.  m. 

Prosjiect  of  the  Millenium. 

1  pATHER,  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd 

To  thine  exalted  Son, 
That  through  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Thy  word  of  life  shall  run  ? 

2  "  Ask,  and  I  give  the  heathen  lands 

"  For  thine  inheritance, 
"  And  to  the  earth's  remotest  bounds 
"  Thine  empire  shall  advance  " 

3  Hast  thou  not  said  the  blinded  Jews, 

Shalftheir  Redeemer  own  ; 
While  Gentiles  to  his  standard  crowd, 
And  bow  before  his  throne  ? 

4  [When  shall  th*  untutor'd  Indian  tribes, 

That  dark  bewilder'd  race,      » 
Sit  down  at  your  Imtnanuei's  feet, 
And  learn  and  feel  his  grace  ? 

3  Are  not  all  kingdoms,  tribes  and  tongues 
Under  th'  expanse  of  heav'n, 
To  the  dominion  of  thy  Son, 
Without  exemption  giv'n? 

6  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 

Then  be  his  name  ador'd ! 
Europe  with  all  thy  millions,  shout 
Hosanna's  to  the  Lord. 

7  Asia  and  Africa  resound, 

From  shore  to  shore  his  fame; 
And  thou  America  in  songs, 
Redeeming  love  proclaim. 


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HYMN  XXXI.     cm. 

The  Excellency  and  Sufficiency  of  the  Holy 
Scriptures, 

1  pATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here,  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find  ; 
Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grSws 

And  yields  a  free  repast, 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

(3  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN  XXXII,    cm. 

Fellowship.  %vith  God. 

1  pROM  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain, 
And  from  this  earthly  clod : 


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Arise  my  soul  and  strive  to  gain, 
Sweet  fellowship  with  God. 

2  Say,  what  is  there  beneath  the  skies, 

In  all  the  paths  thou'st  trod ; 
Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joys, 
Like  fellowship  wtfh  God. 

3  Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 

Nor  pleasure's  flow'ry  road ; 
Can  tu  my  soul  such  bliss  impart, 
As  fellowship  with  God, 

4  Not  health,  nor  friendship  here  below, 

Nor  wealth  that  golden  load  ; 
Can  such  delight  or  comfort  show, 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

5  When  I  am  made  in  love  to  bear, 

Affliction's  needful  rod ; 
Light,  sweet  and  kind  the  strokes  appear,* 
Through  fellowship  with  God. 

(>  In  fierce  temptation's  fiery  blasts, 
Or  dark  desertion's  road  ; 
I'm  happy  if  I  can  but  taste, 
Some  fellowship  with  God. 

7  So  when  the  icy  hand  of  death, 

Shall  chill  my  flowing  blood ; 
With  joy  I'll  yield  my  latest  breath, 
In  fellowship  with  God. 

8  When  I  at  last  to  heaven  ascend, 

And  gain  my  blest  abode ; 
There  an  eternity  I'll  spend, 
In  fellowship  with  God. 

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HYMN  XXXIII.    cm. 

The  example  of  Christ  and  the  saints. 

1  £J.IVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys  ; 
How  bright  their  glories  be  I 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears, 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sin,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

1 3  I  ask  them,  whence  their  vict'ry  came  I 
They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Their  triumph,  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 

(His  zeal  inspired  their  breast :) 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possessed  the  promis'd  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  leader  claims  our  praise 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heav'n. 

HYMN  XXXIV.     p.  m. 

Glorious  things  sfioken  ofZion,  the  City  of  God r, 
Isaiah  xxxiii.  20,  21. 

I  QLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ! 
He,  whose  word  can  not  be  broken; 
Form'd  thee  for  lus  Qwn  abode  : 


On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 
What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded 
Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

[See  !  the  streams  of  living  waters 
Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters. 
And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 
Ever  flows  their  thirst  t*  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord  the  giver. 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

Round  each  habitation  hovering 
See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 
Shewing  that  the  Lord  is  near  : 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 
Light  by  night  and  shade  by  day  5 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 
Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 
Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood  I 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 
Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God  •> 
'Tis  his  love  his  people  raises 
Over  self  to  reign  as  kings, 
And  as  priests,  his  solemn  praises 
Each  for  a  thank-offering  brings. 

Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I  thro'  grace  a  member  am ; 

Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  thy  name : 

Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure^ 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show  ! 


Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure. 
None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

HYMN  XXXV.    L  M. 

Longing  after  God;   ovy    The  Love  of  God  belter 
than  life. 

*   G-^^^^  ^°^5  mcm%e  mY  humble  claim, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 

Stand  aii  engag'd  to  make  me  blest.  * 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise,! 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ; 
And  I  am  tiiine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood, 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  1  long,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t*  appear 

Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face, 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  pow'r  of  sov'reign  grace, 

5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
Throughout  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

HYMN  XXXVI.    l.  m. 

Religion  vain  without  Love.  1  Cor.  xiii.  I— S. 

I  TJT  AD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nqfcler  speech  than  angels  use, 


If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

>  Were  I  inspir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove. 
Still  lam  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name. 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men, 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain. 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gift,  nor  fi'ry  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill. 

HYMN  XXXVII.    cm. 

Love  to  God. 

1  t-TAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

Where  love  inspires  the  breast : 
Lo\e  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  ; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign^ 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet, 

In  swift  obedience  move  ; 
The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too ; 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  singes. 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 


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Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

6  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 
Or  leave  tnis  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away, 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 

HYMN  XXXVIII.    c.  m. 

1  T-JAPPY  is  he,  whose  early  years 

Receive  instruction  well; 
Who  hates  the  sinner's  path,  and  fears 
The  road  that  leads  to  hell. 

2  'Tis  easier  work,  if  we  begin 

To  serve  the  Lord  betimes; 
While  sinners,  who  grow  old  in  sin* 
Are  hardened  by  their  crimes. 

3  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  snares, 

To  mind  religion  young  : 
With  joy  it  crowns  succeeding  years,, 
And  makes  our  virtue  strong. 

4  To  thee,  almighty  God  !  to  thee 

Our  hearts  we  now  resign : 
'Twill  please  us,  to  look  back  and  see, 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine ! 

5  Let  the  sweet  work  of  pray'r  and  praise 

Employ  our  daily  breath  : 
Thus  we're  prepar'd  for  future  days, 
Or  fit  for  early  death* 


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HYMN  XXXIX.    p.  m. 

The  -voice  of  Christ. — "  Lovest  thou  me," 
John  xxi.  16. 

1  p| ARK!  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 

Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  Hs  rord; 
Jesus  speaks,  ar.d  speaks  to  thee : 
44  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

2  "  I  deliver'd  thee,  when  bound, 

And  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  rounds; 
Sought  thee  wandYmg,  set  thee  rights 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light." 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  u  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love* 
Higher  than  the  heights  above ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  deatlu 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be, 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  c" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore, 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  I 


HYMN  XL.    p.  m. 

Finished  Redemption. 

1  J-JARK  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ! 
See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth  and  veils  the  sky ! 
"  It  is  finish'd!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry  ! 

2  It  is  finish'd !  O  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure. 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 
It  is  finish'd ! 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd,  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ! 
Finish'd,  all  that  God  had  promis'd  ; 

Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe. 
It  is  finish'd ! 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

4  [Happy  souls,  approach  the  table, 

Taste  the  soul-reviving  food  ; 
Nothing  half  so  sweet  and  pleasant 

As  the  Saviour's  flesh  and  blood. 
It  is  finish'd  ! 
Christ  has  borne  the  heavy  load.] 

5  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 

Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  \ 
Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  1 


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HYMN  XLI.    cm. 

Reign  of  Christ. 

1  pTASTEN  O  Lord  the  latter  day, 

When  grace  shall  reign  alone  ; 
And  all  the  nations  of  tbe  world, 
Shall  bow  before  thy  throne. 

2  Then  shall  pure  converts  crowd  thy  gatesi 

Press  to  the  gospel  sound  ; 
And  grace  eternal  sweetly  shine, 
To  ravish  all  around. 

3  Then  shall  the  watchmen  of  the  Lamb, 

Paisethe  dear  cross  on  high; 
And  from  a  clear  refulgent  light, 
Shall  all  see  eye  to  eye. 

4  Now  shall  the  glorious  gospel  fly, 

To  sound  the  Saviour  forth  ; 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joys  divine* 
Shall  run  through  all  the  earth. 

5  Then  war  shall  cease,  and  wrath  subside^ 

And  peace  immortal  flow  ; 
And  saints  unite  in  joy  and  peace, 
And  glory  reign  below. 

6  Lord,  we  would  bless  thee  for  a  ray, 

Of  such  triumphant  grace, 
That  leads  to  everlasting  day. 
And  pure  eternal  bliss. 


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HYMN  XLIT.     c.  m. 

I  am  the  Lord  that  healeth  thee,  Exod.  XV. 

1    T.JFAL  us,  Immanuel,  here  we  are, 
Waijing  to  feel  thy  touch  ; 
Deep  wounded  souls  to  thee  repair, 
And,  Saviour,  we  are  such. 

2  Our  foith  is  feeble,  we  confess, 

We  faintly  trust  thy  word, 
But  wilt  thou  pity  us  the  less? 
Far  he  that  from  the  Lord  1 

3  Remembei  him  who  once  applied 

\^  ith  trembling  for  relief) 
"  Lord,   I  believe,"  with  tears  he  cried, 
"  O  help  my  unbelief." 

4  She  too,  who  touch'd  thee  in  the  press, 

And  healing  virtue  stole, 
Was  answered,  "  Daughter,  go  in  peace, 
"  Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 

5  Conceal'd  amidst  the  gathered  thi  3ng, 

She  would  have  shunn'd  thy  new; 
And  if  her  faith  was  firm  and  strong, 
Had  strong  misgivings  too. 

6  Like  heiv  with  hopes  and  fears  we  come. 

To  touch  thee  if  we  may  ; 
Oh!  send  us  not  despairing  home,. 
Send  none  unheal'd  away. 

HYMN  XLTII.    l.  m. 

The  Christian  crowned. 


1   TJTONOR  and  happiness  unite 
To  make  the  christian's  na 


name  a  praise: 


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How  fair  the  scene,  how  clear  the  light, 
That  fills  the  remnant  of  his  daysl- 

2  A  kingly  character  he  bears. 

No  change  his  priestly  oriice  knows ; 
Un&ding  is  the  crown  he  wears, 
His  joys  can  never  reach  a  close. 

S  Adorn'd  with  glory  from  on  high, 
Salvation  shines  upon  his  face; 
His  robe  is  of  the  etheriai  aye, 
His  steps  are  dignity  *nd  grace. 

4  Inferior  honors  he  disdains, 

Nor  stoops  to  take  applause  from  earth; 
The  King  of  kings  hmiseii  maintains 
Th'  expences  of  his  heavenly  birth. 

5  The  noblest  creatures  seen  below, 
Ordain^d  to  fill  a  throne  above  ; 
God  gives  him  ail  he  can  bestow, 
His  kingdom  of  eternal  love  ! 

6  My  soul  is  ravish 'd  at  'he  thought, 
Methmks  from  earth  1  see  him  rise  ; 
Angels  congratulate  his  lot, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

IIYMX  XLIV.     cm. 

Mercies  and  Thanks* 

1   Jf-JO\V  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 
^s  my  eternai  G 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
Anu  spreads  the  heav'ns  abroad; 

3  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 
"Who  rose  and  left  the  dead  ? 


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Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have. 

Shall  be  lor  ever  thine : 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheeriul  hands  resign. 

4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  some  reserve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  v>ith  zeal  so  great, 
That  I  should  give  him  all. 

HYMN  XLV.     c.  m. 

Going  to  Church* 

1  EJOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  say, 
"  in  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
"  And  keep  the  solemn  day  !" 

2  1  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road ; 

The  Church,  adorn 'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  shew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair; 
The  >^on  ot  David  holds  his  throne. 
And  sits  in  judgment  there, 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints: 

And  winle  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

&  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 
And  joy  a  constant  guest, 


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With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 
While  life  or  breath  remains; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred,  dwell ; 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

HYMN  XLVI.     cm. 

Morning  before  Baptism  ;  or,  at  the  %vater  side* 

1  JJTOW  great,  how  solemn  is  tue  work, 

Which  we  attend  to  day  I 
Now  for  a  holy,  solemn  frame. 
O  God,  to  thee  we  pray. 

2  O  may  we  feel  as  once  we  felt, 

When  pahVd  and  griev'd  at  heart ; 
Thy  kind,' forgiving,  meftine  look, 
Reliev'd  our  every  smart. 

3  Let  grace  which  then  was  exercis'd. 

Be  exercis'd  again ; 
And,  nurtur'd  by  ceiestial  power, 
In  exercise  remain. 

4  Awa^e  our  loye,  our  fear,  cur  hope, 

Wake  iortitude  and  joy  ; 
Vain  world  begone  ;  let  things  above, 
Our  happy  thoughts  employ. 

§  Whilst  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  Lord3 
*     To  all  around  we  own  ; 
Drive  each  rebellious,  rival  lust, 
Each  traitor  from  the  throne, 


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6  Instruct  our  minds,  our  wills  subdue, 
To  heaven  our  passions  raise  ; 
Txiat  hence  our  lives,  our  all  may  be 
Devoted  to  thy  praise. 

HYMN  XLYII.    p.  m. 

1  T-T  W  lost  was  my  condition, 

Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ; 
There  is  but  one  physician 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul  ; 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  pluck'd  me  from  the  grave  ; 
To  tell  to  all  around  me  : 

His  wond'rous  pow'r  to  save  ! 

2  Of  men  great  skill  possessing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain, 
But  that  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain  • 
Some  said  that  nothing  aii'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost, 
Thus  every  refuge  faii'd  me, 

And  ail  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

o       At  length  this  great  physician, 

How  matchless  in  his  power, 
Accepted  my  petition, 

'And  undertook  my  cure. 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 

For  sin  my  sight  had  seal'd, 
Then  bid  me  look  unto  him, 

1  look'd  and  I  was  heal'd; 

4       A  bleeding  dying  Jesus, 
Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith, 


-At  once  from  sin  it  frees  us, 

And  saves  our  souls  from  death  ! 

Come  then  to  this  physician, 
H?s  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 

He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
'Tis,  only  look  and  live. 

HYMX  XLVHI.    c.  m. 

Divine  Love  making  a  Feast,  and  calling  in  iht 
Guests.     Luke  xiv.   17,  .22,  23. 


TJ  O  W  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 

With  soft  compassion  rolls  : 
Here  peace  and  pardon,  bought  with  bloody 

Is  food  for  dying  souls. 

[While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  songs 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cry  with  thankful  tongues, 

«  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  V 

"  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
"  And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 

"  When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice 
"  And  rather  starve  than  come  ?"] 

'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast 

That  sweetly  forc'd  us  in : 
Else  we  had  still  refus'd  to  taste* 

And  perish'd  in  our  sin. 


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[Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 

And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chosen  race 
May,  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 

Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 


HYMN  XLIX. 


CM. 


Presumjition  and  Despair  ;    or,  Satan's  various 
Ttmfitutions. 

1  T  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 

I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  ; 
The  strpent  takes  a  thousand  forms, 
To  cheat  our  souls  to  death. 

2  He  feeds  our  hopes  witn  airy  dreams, 

NOr  kills  with  slavish  Hear  ; 
And  holds  us  still  in  wide  extremes. 
Presumption,  or  despair. 

3  Now  he  persuades,  "  How  easy  'tis 

w  To  walk  the  road  to  heav  n ;" 
Anon  he  swells  our  sins,  and  cries, 
W  They  cannot  be  forgiv'n  " 

4  [He  bids  young  sinners,  "  Yet  forbeai 

"  To  think  of  God  u;  death  ; 
"  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
"  But  melancholy  breath.'* 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  "  they  must  die  1 

"  And  't,is  too  late  to  pray ; 


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*  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
"  For  they  have  lost  their  day." 

6  Thus  he  supports  his  cruel  throne 

By  mischief  and  deceit, 
And  drags  the  sons  of  Adam  down 
To  darkness  and  the  pit. 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  short  his  pow'r, 

Let  him  in  darkness  dwell; 
And  that  tie  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

HYMX  L.    l.  m. 

I  know  tliat  my  Redeemer  lives. 

1  T  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 

What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  Head. 

2  He  lives,  triumphant  from  the  grave, 
He  lives,  eternally  to  save  ; 

He  lives,  all-glorious  in  the  sky, 
He  lives,  exalted  there  on  high. 

3  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

4  He  lives  and  grants  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye, 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

5  He  lives  to  crush  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 
He  lives  that  he  may  in  me  dwell, 


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He  lives  to  heal  and  make  me  whoje 
He  lives  to  guard  my  feeble  soul. 

6  He  lives  to  silence  all  my  fears ; 
He  lives  to  stop  and  wipe  my  tears, 
He  lives  to  cairn  my  troubled  heart. 
He  lives  all  blessings  to  impart- 

7  He  lives  my  kind,  my  heavenly  friend, 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end ; 
He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing, 
He  lives  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 

8  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  ureath, 
He  lives,  and  1  shall  conquer  death, 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 
He  lives  to  brmg  me  safely  there. 

9  He  lives  ail  glory  to  his  name, 
He  lives  my  Jesus  still  the  same  ; 

0  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives? 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 

HYMN  LI.    p.  m. 

1  T'LL  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath, 

And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  deata, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  und  thought,  and  being  last. 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  ;  he  made  the  sky, 

Ai:.g  earth  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  : 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure  ! 
He  saves  th'  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 


3  The  Lord  pours  eye-sight  on  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  faint  Dg  mind  : 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress. 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release* 

4  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
'While  life  and  thought,  and  being  lastj 

Or  immortality  endures. 

HYMN  LII.    l.  m. 

Parting  with  carnal  joy  si 

1 1    T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 

Down  to  the  gulph  of  black  despair  ; 
Ami  whilst  I  lisien'd  to  your  songf 

Your  streams  had  e'en  convey 'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warn*d  me  of  that  dark  abyss ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas* 
And  bid  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

1  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes' 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  I 


5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasures  roll ; 
There  would  T  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 


HYMN  Lin.    p.  m. 


1  TN  boundless  mercy,  gracious  Lord  appear, 

Darkness  dispel,  the  humble  mourner  cheer; 
Vain  thoughts  remove,  melt  'down  this  flinty 

heart ; 
Cause  ev'ry  soul  to  choose  the  better  part. 

2  Thy  presence  fills  the  universal  space; 
Thy  grace  appears  to  all  the  fallen  race  ; 
O  visit  us  with  light  and  life  divine, 

Fill  ev'ry  soul  for  ev'ry  soul  is  thine. 

3  The  blessed  Jesus  is  my  Lord,  my  love  ; 
He  is  my'King  fromjjim  I  would  not  move , 
Away  then  all  ye  objects  that  divert, 

Nor  seek  to  draw  from  my  dear  Lord  my  heart. 

t  That  uncreated  beauty  which  hath  gain'd 
My  ravish'd  heart,  hath  all  your  glory  stain'd; 
His  loveliness  my  soul  hath  prepossess'd 
And  left  no  room  for  any  guest. 

HYMN  LIV.    c.  m. 

1  TN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unaw'd  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopt  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  of  blood ; 
He  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 


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3  Sire  never  till  my  latest  breath, 

Shall  I  forget  that  look  ; 
He  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt ; 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid. 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid : 
I  died  that  thou  may'st  live. 

7  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy; 

My  spirits  now  were  fill'd; 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 

HYMN  LY.    c.  m. 

A  song  of  deliver ance  from  great  distress*. 

I  J  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 

He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry; 

He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 

And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

12  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  mourning  long  1  lav, 
And  from  my  bonds  released  my  feefj 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 
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£  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 
And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  song. 

4  I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ; 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 
And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ! 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

%  When  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 
And  light  and  peace  depart, 
My  God  benolds  my  heavy  woe. 
And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

HYMN  LVI.    p.  m. 

Ceremonial  Law  ;   Heb.  iv»  ?. 

1       tSR  A  EL  in  ancient  days, 
■*  Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  gospel  too ; 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass, 
In  which  they  saw  the  Saviour's  face. 

3       The  paschal  sacrifice 

And  blood-besprinkled  door, 
Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes, 

And  once  apply 'd  with  power, 
Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood, 
To  reconcile  an  angry  God. 


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The  Lamb,  the  Dove,  set  fortfc 

His  perfect  innocence, 
Whose  biood  of  matchless  worth 

Should  be  the  soul's  defence; 
For  he  who  can  for  sin  atone, 
Must  have  no  failings  of  his  own. 

The  scape-goat  on  his  head 
The  people's  trespass  bore, 

And,  to  the  desert  led, 
Was  to  be  seen  no  more; 

In  him  our  surety  seeai'd  to  say, 

«  Behold  £  bear  your  sins  away." 

Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood, 
The  living  bird  went  free; 

The  type  well  understood, 
Express'd  the  sinners  plea ; 

Described  a  guilty  soul  enlarg'd, 

And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharg'd 

Jesus,  I  love  to  trace 

Throughout  the  sacred  page, 
The  footsteps  of  thy  grace, 

The  same  m  ev'ry  age  I 
O  grant  that  1  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  lignt  vouchsaf'd  to  me. 

HYMN  LVII.    c.  m. 

Following  the  examfile  of  Christ. 

TT  is  a  very  pleasant  thing 
To  follow  Christ  our  Lord  ; 

And  tnus  obey  our  neav'nly  King, 
According  to  his  word. 

Down  to  the  water  side  we  go  ; 
By  Christ's  example  led  ; 


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Into  the  same  we  come  also, 
As  did  our  glorious  head. 

-3  Saviour,  we  bless  thy  wond'rous  nan*:, 
For  thy  example  bright ; 
We  love  to  imitate  the  same, 
As  thou  dost  us  invite. 

4  We  are  baptiz'd  as  Jesus  was, 

His  easy  yoke  we  bear  : 
And  we  are  thus  baptiz'd,  because 
That  we  his  subjects  are. 

5  Lord  may  we  to  thy  glory  live, 

Teach  us  thy  heav'nly  ways ; 
To  us  thy  holy  Spirit  give, 
And  we  thy  name  will  praise, 

6  And  we  thy  sacred  name  prcfess, 

May  we  our  moments  spend 
In  ways  of  truth  and  righteousness, 
Until  our  lives  shall  end* 


HYMN  LYIII.    c.  m. 

The  Heavenly  Jerusalem. 

1  JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
J   O  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 

When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ; 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone  ; 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  street  is  pav'd  with  gold. 

S  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  green 
My  study  long  have  been  ; 


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Such  sparkling  light  by  human  sight, 
Has  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 
What  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  ^o  from  hence  ! 

5  Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm  of  grace, 

And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  sabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jesus,  my  love,  to  glory's  gone, 

Him  will  I  go  and  see, 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

7  My  friends  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care; 

And  if  I  here  no  more  see  you, 

Go  on  I'll  meet  you  there. 

8  There  we  shall  meet  and  no  more  part, 

And  heaven  shall  ring  with  praise, 
While  Jesus,  love  in  ev'ry  heart 
Shall  tune  the  song  Free  Grace. 

9  Millions  of  years  around  may  run 

Our  song  shall  still  increase, 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Who  brought  us  home  to  bliss. 

10  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 


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HYMN  LIX.    l.  m. 

Not  ashamed  of  Christ. 

1  TESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be 

J  A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ! 
Asham'd  of  thee,   whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  thro'  endless  days  ! 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  biush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  fcoul  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star  !  bid  darkness  flee* 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend 

^  On  whom  rny  hopes  of  heaven  depend  i 
No  -,  when  I  blusn — be  this  my  shame, 
That  1  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  tjiieil,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  i  boast  a  Saviour  stain  ! 
And  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  ! 

7  [His  institution?  would  I  prize, 

Take  up  my  cross — the  shame  despise; 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws.] 


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HYMN  LX.    p.  h. 

Friends  Parting. 

\    TESUS,  grant  us  all  a  blessing, 
•J  Sefid  it  down  Lord,  from  above ; 
May  we  all  go  home  a  praying, 

And  rejoicing  in  thy  love. 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 

'Till  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

2  Jesus  pardon  all  our  follies, 

While  together  wc  have  been  • 
Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 

Cleanse  us  all  from  every  sin. 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 

'Thl  we  ail  shali  meet  again. 

3  May  thy  blessing,  Lord,  go  with  us, 

To  each  one's  respective  home  ; 
And  the  presence  of  our  Jesus, 

Rest  upon  us  ev'ry  one. 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 

'Till  we  aii  snail  meet  at  home. 

HYMN  LXL     c.  m. 

Jesus — firecious  to  them  that  believe.  1  Pet.  ii.  7, 

1  TESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
J    'Tis  music  to  my  ear  ; 

Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear, 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jeweis  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 


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3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  tnere  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

0  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 
With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
And  dying  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


HYMN  LXII.    p.  m, 

Buried  with  Christ  in  Bafitism,  Rom.  vi.  4. 

1  TESUS,  mighty  king  in  Sion  ! 

J  Thou  alone  our  guide  shait  be  ; 
Thy  commission  we  rely  on, 

We  would  follow  none  but  thee  : 

2  As  an  emblem  of  thy  passion, 

And  thy  vict'ry  o'er  the  grave; 
We  who  know  thy  great  baivation 
Arc  bapuz'd  beneath  L.e  wave. 

3  Fearless  of  the  world's  despising, 

We  the  ancient  path  pursue  ; 
Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rising 
To  a  life  divinelv  new. 


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HYMN  LXIII.    c.  m. 

Christ' 3  kingdom  and  firiest  hood, 

1  JESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 
J    And  near  thy  Father  sit ; 

In  Zion  shall  thy  pow'r  be  known, 
A  u  make  thy  foes  submit. 

2  What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do  I 

Tny  converts  shaii  surpass 
The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dewf 
And  own  tny  sovereign  grace. 

3  God  nath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  cnanges  what  he  swore ; 

*  Eternal  snail  tny  priesthood  be, 

"  Wnen  Aaron's  is  no  more  ; 

4  "  Melcnisedeck,  that  wonci'rous  priest, 

"  Tnat  king  of  high  degree, 
u  Tnat  holy  man,  wuo  Abr'ani  blest, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

-5  Jesus,  our  Priest,  for  ever  lives, 
To  plead  for  us  aod^e  ; 
Jesus,  our  King,  I  ,ives 

Tne  blessings  of  bis  love, 

fi  God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 
And  his  high  throne  n 
Shali  strike  the  pow'*i>  ices  dead, 

Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 

HYMN  LXIV.    l.m. 

The  Rc& 

1    JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
J    Doth  his  successive  journey  run  ; 


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His  k'ngdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore* 
Till    !  oons  shall  wax,  and  wane  no  more. 

2  Behold  the  islands  and  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings : 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet, 

3  There  Persia  glorious  to  behold, 
There  India  shines  in  eastern  gold, 
And  barbarous  nations,  at  his  word, 
Submit  and  bow,  and  own  the  Lord. 

4  For  him  shall  endless  pray'r  be  made, 
And  princes  throng  to  crown  his  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

B  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
The  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

0  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest ; 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

7  Where  he  displays  his  healing  pow'r, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more, 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

8  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  a  loud  Amen. 


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HYMN  LXV.    c.  v* 

i.    JESUS,  the  all  sustaining  Word, 
J    My  fallen  spirit's  hope, 
After  thy  lovely  likeness,  Lord, 
O  when  shall  I  wake  up  ? 

2  Thou,  O  my  God,  thou  only  art 
The  life,  the  truth,  the  way; 
Quicken  my  soul,  instruct  my  hearts, 
My  sinking  footsteps  stay. 

0  Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  below, 

In  heav'n  above  to  give, 
Give  me  thine  only  self  to  know5 
In  thee  to  walk  and  live. 

4  Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love, 
In  mystic  union  join 
Me  to  thyself,  and  let  me  prove 
The  fellowship  divine. 

9  Open  the  intercourse  between 
My  longing  soul  and  thee, 
Never  to  be  broke  off  again 
Through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  LXVL    l.  m 

1  TESUS,  thou  everlasting  King, 

J   Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring} 
Accept  thy  well  deserv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  piaises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  ev'ry  act  of  worship  be 
Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee : 
Like  the  blest  hour,  when  from  above? 
We  first  receiv'd  the  pledge  of  love. 


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3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, 
O  may  it  ever,  ever  stay  ! 

Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold  ! 

4  Each  following  minute  as  it  flies 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  vse  are  rais'd  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  LXVII.    L  m. 

The  kingdoms  of the  world  become  the  kingdoms 
of  the  Lord;  or,  The  day  of  Judgment.  Rev. 
xi    15.  * 

1  T  ET  the  seventh  angel  sound  on  high, 

Let  shouts  be  heard  through  all  the  sky 
Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  assume, 
Who  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come: 
Jesus,  the  Lamb,  who  once  was  slain, 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign  ! 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  slay  the  saints  no  more; 
On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  our  God, 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood# 

4  Now  must  the  rising  dead  appear; 
Now  the  decisive  sentence  hear ; 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 

HYMN  LXVIH.    o  m. 

i  T  ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodness  speafe, 
Thou  sov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 


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Thy  strength 'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak> 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down, 

Or  virtue  lies  distress'd 
Beneath  some  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourner  rest. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  pain  thy  servants  feel ; 

Thou  hear'st  thy  children  cry  ; 
And,  their  best  wishes  to  fulfill, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

As  Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove 
From  men  of  heart  sincere; 
Thou  sav'st  the  souls,  whose  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  thy  praise, 
And  spread  thy  fame  abroad. 
Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honours  of  their  God. 

HYMN  LXIX.    l.  m. 

Life9  the  day  ef  grace  and  hofie.  Eccl.  ix.  4,5,  6% 

1  JIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 

The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  giv'n 
To  'scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie ; 

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Their  mem'ry  and  their  sense  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  lost, 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust ; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun.] 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  pursue, 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past 

In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

HYMN  LXX.    s.  m. 

The    Humiliation   and   Exaltation    of  Christ. 
Is*,  liii.  6—12. 

1   TIKE  sheep  we  went  astray, 
And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Each  wand'ring  in  a  difFrent  way  ; 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

%  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 

When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace 

When  Christ  sustain'd  the  stroke ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honour  and  his  breath 

Were  taken  quite  away ; 


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Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
And  made  as  vile  as  they, 

5  But  God  shall  raise  his  head 

O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 
And  make  him  see  a  num'rous  seed, 
To  recompence  his  pain. 

6  "  I'll  give  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  A  portion  with  the  strong : 
«  He  snail  possess  a  large  reward, 
«  And  hold  his  honours  long/* 

HYMN  LXXL    l.  m. 

Divine  Influences  com/tared  to  Rain,  Ps.  lxxii.  6* 

1  T  IKE  showers  on  meadows  newly  mown, 

Jesus  shall  shei  his  blessings  down, 
Crown'd  with  whose  life-infusing  drops, 
Eartn  shall  renew  her  blissful  crops. 

2  Lands  that  beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Have  iOiig  been  desolate  and  dry, 
TV  effusions  of  his  love  shall  share, 
And  sudden  greens  and  herbage  wear. 

The  dews  and  rains  in  all  their  store, 
Drenching  tne  pastures  o'er  and  o'er, 
Are  not  so  copious  as  that  grace 
Which  sanctifies  and  saves  our  race. 

4  As  in  soft  silence  vernal  showers, 
Descend  and  cheer  the  fainting  flowers, 
So  in  the  secrecy  of  love, 
Falls  the  sweet  influence  from  above. 

That  heavenly  influence  let  me  find 
In  hoi)  silence  of  the  mind, 


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While  every  grace  maintains  its  bloom, 
Diffusing  wide  its  rich  perfume, 

6  Nor  let  these  blessings  be  conftVd 
To  me,  but  pour'd  on  ail  mankind, 
*Till  earth's  wild  waste  in  verdure  rise, 
And  a  youg  Eden  bless  our  eyes. 

HYMN  LXXII.    c.  m. 

1  J  ONG  as  1  live,  I'll  bless  thy  name, 

God  of  eternal  love  ! 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same, 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great : 
I'll  sing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Tiiy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 

And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  sacred  song 
Snail  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

ii  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name. 

And  cnildren  learn  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Snail  through  the  world  be  known  : 
Thine  arm  of  povv'r,  thy  heav'nly  state, 
With  public  splendour  snown. 

Q  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 

Thy  saints  are  rui'a  by.  love ; 

And  tnine  eternal  kingdom  stands, 

Tho*  rocks  and  hiiis  remove. 


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HYMN  LXXni.    c.  m. 

Unfruitfubiess,   Ignorance,  and  Unaanctified 

•Affections. 

I"  ONG  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ; 
But  still  how  weaK.  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  1 

Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almost  in  vain  ; 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 

My  mem'ry  can  retain  I 

i  [My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 
How  little  art  thou  known, 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
And  blessings  of  thy  throne  !J 

\  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  1 
£Iow  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above! 
How  few  affections  there  !] 

f  Great  God  !  thy  sov'reign  pow'r  impart 
To  give  thy  word  success  ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

3  [Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decays 
And  love  shall  never  die.] 


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HYMN  LXXIV.    l.  m. 

Ezekiels  vision  of  the  dry  Bones,  Ezek.  xxxvii.  3. 

1  J  00 K  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye  ; 

See  Adams's  race  in  ruin'  lie; 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughter'd  heaps  around. 

2  And  can  these  mouldering  corpses  live  i 
And  can  these  perish'd  bones  revive  ? 
That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known  ; 
That  wondrous  work  is  aii  thy  own. 

0  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain ; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  thro'  all  the  realms  of  death  : 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice  ; 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice  : 

5  So  when  thy  trumpet's  awful  sound 

Shall  shake  the  heavens  and  rend  the  ground, 
Dead  saints  shall  from  their  tombs  arise, 
And  spring  to  life  beyond  the  skies. 

HYMN  LXXV.    s.  *, 

On  Public  Worshifi. 

1  TORD,  at  thy  sacred  feet 

Joyful  would  we  appear; 
Within  thy  earthly  temple  meet, 
To  see  thy  glory  here. 

2  We  come  to  worship  thee, 

For  thou  art  God  alone  j 


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In  humble  prayer  to  bend  the  knee, 
Before  thy  holy  trirone. 

3  Thy  wore  is  our  delight, 

Thy  truth  wiil  make  us  free  ; 
'Tis  from  thyself  a  heavenly  light, 
It  leads  our  souls  to  thee. 

4  Thy  goodness  we  behold, 

While  in  thy  presence,  Lord; 
Thy  wond'rous  truth  and  love  unfold, 
The  treasures  of  thy  word. 

5  In  all  our  meetings  here, 

Our  souls  are  bless'd  with  good; 
Thou  wilt  to  waiting  minds  be  near, 
And  give  thy  children  food  ! 

6  So  wiil  we  render  praise 

To  thee,  the  God  of  love  ; 
With  pleasure  walk  in  all  thy  ways. 
Till  we  shall  meet  above. 

HYMN  LXXVL     c.  m. 

The  song  of  Simeon  ;  or,   Death  made  desirable, 
Luke  ii.  27,  &c. 

1  T  '•  >RD,  at  thy  temple  wp  appear, 

As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here ; 
O  make  our  joys  the  same ! 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  loudly  in  his  wither'd  arms, 
He  clasp'd  the  holy  child  ! 

3  u  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cried, 

^  Behold  thy  servant  dies ; 


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"  I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
"  And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  M  This  is  tiie  li^ht  prepar'd  to  shine 

fc<  Upon  the  Gentile  lands; 
«  Thine  Israel's  giory,  and  their  hope, 
*•   i\j  L>i«eak  their  slavish  bands." 

5  [Jesus  !  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpow'ring  charms  ! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Clinst  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then,  while  ye  hear  my  heart-strings  break 

How  sweei  my  minutes  roll! 
A  mortal  paieness  on  my  cheek, 
And  t,iory  in  my  soul.] 

HYMN  LX^VII.    p,  m. 

I  will  not  let  thee  go  excrfii  thou  bleae  me* 
Gen.  xxxii.  26. 

1  T  ORD,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 

Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  1  am  f 

Ah,  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name ! 
Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea, 
To  support  in y  suit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  Mindly  bold, 

Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy, 
That  poor  rebei,  Lord,  was  I. 

4*  Once  a  sinner  near  despair 

Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer j 


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Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free, 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me, 

0  Many  days  have  pass'd  since  then* 
Many  changes  I  have  seen ; 
Yet  nave  been  upheld  'till  now. 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou 2 

6  Thou  hast  help'd  in  every  need, 
This  emboldens  me  to  piead ; 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

7  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold, 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold; 
I  can  no  denial  take. 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

HYMN  LXXVIIL    l.  m. 

The  Church  in  the  garden  of  God. 

\    T  ORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand ; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  cedar  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  tnine  influence  from  above  ; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  ail  its  trees, 

Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive) 
Time,  tnat  doth  all  things  else  impair, 
Stili  makes  them  flourish  strong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  shew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just  and  true ; 
None  tnat  attend  his  gates  shall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 


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HYMN  LXXIX     l.  m. 

The  Goaflt  I  Jubilee^  Psaim  lxxxix.  15. 

1  1  f  Met  tne  tuneful  trumpet  scund, 

Ai  c  spread  {he  joyful  tidings  round; 
Lei  cv54y  sou)  wit;*  transport  hear, 
And  Lord'b  accepted  year. 

2  \v  debtors,  whom  he  gives  to  know, 
That  you  ten  thousand  talents  owe, 
When  humble  at  his  feet  you  fall, 
Your  gracious  God  forgives  them  all. 

3  Slaves,  tnat  have  borne  the  heavy  chain 
Of  sin  and  hell's  tyrannic  ieigi , 

To  liberty  assert  your  claim, 

And  urge  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

4  The  rich  inheritance  of  heaven, 
Your  joy,  your  nope  is  freely  given; 
Fair  Salem  your  arrival  waits, 

With  golden  streets  and  p.ariy  gates. 

0  Her  biess'd  inhabitants  no  more 
Bondage  a^d  poverty  deplore  ; 
No  aebt,  out  love  immensely  great. 
Their  jO)s  still  rises  with  the  oebt. 

0  O  happy  soins  that  know  the  sound, 
Ceiestiai  light;  tiiwir  steps  surround, 
And  s  c\v  the  jubilee  begun, 
Which  ttjrtf  eternal  years  snail  run. 

HYMN  LXXX.    l    m. 

The  grace  of  (;-d,  kovereigTij  universal  and  free* 

1  KA  AGNIF1CEN  r  tree  grace,  arise, 

Outsnine  tne  thoughts  of  shallow  men; 


Sov'reign,  preventing  all  surprize, 
To  him  that  neither  will'd  nor  ran. 

2  Grand  as  the  bosom  whence  thou  flowM, 

Kind  as  the  heart  that  gave  thee  vent; 
Rich  as  the  gift  that  God  bestow'c!, 
And  lovely  like  the  Christ  he  sent. 

3  Sin  reign'd  to  death  ;  but  over  sin 

And  death,  win  more  impartial  sway* 
Grace  spreads  her  more  extensive  reign. 
And  does  eternal  life  convey. 

4  For  us  Salvation  wide  displays, 

Her  ample  ail-refreshing  wing ; 
Safe  in  the  shade  free  grace  we  praise, 
And  all  its  peerless  glories  sing. 

HYMN  LXXXI.    l  m. 

At  foot  washing, 

i   V1AKE  up  thy  jewels  Lord,  and  shew, 
The  glorious  spotless  church  below. 
The  fellowship  of  saints  make  known, 
And  oh  my  God,  might  I  be  one. 

2  O  might  mv  lot  be  cast  with  these, 
The  least  of  Jesus'  witnesses. 

O  that  my  Lord  would  count  me  meet, 
To  wash  his  dear  disciples  feet. 

3  To  wait  upon  his  saints  below, 
On  gospel  errands  for  them  go, 
Enjoy  the  grace  to  angels  giv'n, 
And  serve  the  royal  heirs  of  heav'n. 


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HYMN  LXXXII.    p.m. 

1  M  ^^  tne  soft-falling  snow, 

And  the  descending  rain  : 
To  heav'n,  from  whence  it  fell, 
It  turns  not   back  again  j 
But  waters  earth 
Thicugh  ev'ry  pore. 
And  calls  forth  all 
Her  secret  store. 

2  *.  Array 'd  in  beauteous  green. 

The  hills  and  vailies  bhine; 
And  man  and  beast  are  fed 
By  providence  divine. 
The  hardest  bows 
Its  golden  ears, 
The  copious-  seed 
Of  future  years 

3  <{  So,"  saith  the  God  of  grace, 

"  My  gospel  shall  descend, 
<*  Almighty  to  effect 

M  The  purpose  I  intend. 
"  Millions  of  souls 
"  Shall  feel  its  pow'r, 
"  And  bear  it  down 
"  To  millions  more.1* 

HYMN  LXXXIII.    L.  u. 

The  Example  of  Christ. 

t   TMY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lordj 
i  read  my  duty  in  thy  word, 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  ki  living  characters. 


2    Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  def'rence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervour  of  thy  pray'r ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear         ^ 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  heic : 

Then  God  the  Judge  shall  own  my  name 
Amonor'st  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb* 


HYMN  LXXXIV.    L.  m. 

A  Song  for  Morning  or  Evening,     Lam.  iii.  23. 
Isa.  xlv.  7. 

1  \1Y  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 

Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sov'reign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  yny  drowsy  pow'rs, 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command, 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


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HYMN  LXXXV.    l.  m. 

Praise  for  firotection,  grace  and  truth. 

1    ]l£  V   *.  <xl,  in  "whom  are  all  the  springs 

Of  boundless  love  and  grace  unknown. 
Hide  me  beneath  chy  spreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cWd  is  overblown. 

2    Up  to  Ue  heav'ns  I  send  my  cry, 

SThe  Lord  will  my  desires  perform  ; 
e  sends  his  angel  from  the  sky, 
And  saves  me  from  the  threat'nmg  storm. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow*r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
A;  d  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd ;  my  song  shall  raise 

Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  Higi  o  er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

reaches  to  the  utmost  sky ; 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

>  bove  the  heav'ns.  where  angels  dwell; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  he  known   .broad, 
And  land  to  land  thv  wonders  tell. 


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HYMN  LXXXVI.    cm. 

Divine  Drawing    celebrated :  or,  Gratitude  the 
Sflring  rf  true  Religion,  Kosea  xi.  4. 

1  ]V4  Y  God,  what  silken  cords  are  thine  ! 

How  soft,  and  yet  how  strong  ! 
While  power,  and  truth,  and  love  combine 
To  draw  our  souls  along. 

2  Thou  saw'st  us  crush  Yi  beneath  the  yoke 

Of  satan  and  of  sin  : 
Thy  hand  the  iron  bondage  broke,  f 

Our  worthless  hearts  to  win. 

3  The  guilt  of  twice  ten  thousand  sins 

One  moment  takes  away  ; 
And  grace,  when  first  the  war  begins. 
Secures  the  downing  day. 

4  Comfort  thro*  all  this  vale  of  tears 

In  rich  profusion  flows, 
And  glory  of  unnumoer'd  years 
Eternity  bestows. 

5  Drawn  by  such  cords  we  onward  movcj 

'Tdl  round  thy  throne  we  :  ueet ; 
And  captives  in  the  chains  of  love, 
Embrace  our  Conqueror's  feet. 

HYMN  LXXXVII.     l  m. 

1  TV^J  V  hope,  my   Ml,  my  Saviour  thou. 

To  thee   lo  !  now  my  soul  I  bow : 
I  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  thee.  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  tnou  my  strength,  be  thou  my  way, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day  ; 


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In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide, 
And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  thy  side, 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me : 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be  : 
And  it  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clasp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  heart. 

4  In  fierce  temptations  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  pow'r 
Tear  ev'ry  idol  from  thy  tnrone, 
A^i  reign,  my  Saviour— reign  alone. 

5  IV!  y  suit 'ring  time  snail  soon  be  o'er, 
Then  shall  I  sigii  ana  weep  no  more; 
My  ransom'd  soul  shall  soar  away, 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 

HYMN  LXXXVUI.    c.  m. 

Christ  our  strength  and  lightcousness. 

1  \J[Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 

When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

rl  hy  goodness  I  adore  1 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  When  I  am  fill'd  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  thy  peifect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

4  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict'ries  of  my  King  ! 


My  soul  redeem'd  from  sin  and  hell? 
Shall    hy  s  iivation  sing. 

5  [My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God  ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  shame, 
And  sav'd  me  by  his  blood.] 

6  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs  ; 

With  this  delightful  song 

I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

HYMX  LXXX1X.     c.  m. 

1  TV/TY  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need, 

TehQvoJi  is  hu  name; 
In  pastures  fresh  ne  makes  me  feed, 
Beside  the  living  strea  u. 

2  He  brings  my  wand' ring  spirit  back 

When  I  forsake  his  ways, 
And  leads  bAi  ,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  paths  of  trutn  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  \X\t  shades  of  death, 

Thy  presence  is  mv  stay  ; 
One  word  ot  thy  supporting  breath 
Drives  ail  my  'ears  away- 

4  Thy  hand,  in  sight  of  all  my  foes, 

Doth  still  my  table  spread  ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head 

5  The  sun-  provisions  of  my  HqcI 

Attend  me  all  my  days  , 
Oh  may  tay  house  be  mine  abode. 
And  ?.ll  my  work  be  praise  ! 
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7* 

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6  There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest, 
(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  stranger,  nor  a  guest, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

HYMN  XC.     l*. 

At  Table. 

1  \f  Y  soul,  survey  thy  happiness, 

If  thou  art  found  a  child  of  grace, 
How  richly  is  the  gospel  stor'd  I 
What  joy  the  promises  anord  ! 

2  All  things  are  now  the  gift  of  God, 

And  purchas'd  with  our  Saviour's  blood 
While  the  good  Spirit  shews  us  how, 
To  use  and  to  enjoy  them  too. 

3  If  peace  and  plenty  crown  my  days, 

They  nelp  me  Lord  to  sing  thy  praise  ; 
If  bread  of  sorrow  be  my  food, 

Those  sorrows  work  my  real  good. 

4  Be  present  at  our  table  Lord, 

Be  here  and  every  where  ador'd : 

Thy  people  bless,  ana  grant  that  we, 

May  feast  in  paradise  with  thee. 


HYMN  XCL    l. 


M. 


The  value  of  Christ  and  his  Righteousne&x* 
Phil.  iii.  7—9. 


I  "M'O  more,  my  God,  I  b( 
X^  Of  all  the  duties  I  ha 


boast  no  more 
lave  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 


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2  Noxv,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss  * 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame. 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss,  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake  ! 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

« 

HYMN  XCII.    c.  ii. 

God's  tender  care  of  his  Church.  Is.  lix.  13, 14,  fee; 

i   JJOW  shall  my  inward  joys  arise, 
And  burst  into  a  song  ; 
Almighty  love  inspires  my  heart, 
And  pleasure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God,  on  his  thirsty  Sion  hill. 

Some  mercy  drops  has  thrc 
And  solemn  oaths  has  bound  his  love 
To  show'r  Salvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Suspicions  and  complaints  ? 
Is  he  a  God,  and  shall  his  grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  saints? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  'mongst  a  thousand  tender  thoughts 
Her  suckling  have  no  room  ? 


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5  Yet,  saith  th^  Lord,  should  nature  change, 

And  ra  *  icrs  monsters  prove, 
Sion  still  dwells  upon  the  heart 
Of  everlasting  love. 

6  Deep  o«  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 

l  have  engrav'd  her  nam"  ; 
My  hands  shall  raise  her  ruin'd  wall, 
And  build  her  broken  frame. 

IIYMX  XCIII.     l.  m. 

He  hath  done  all  (hi?igs  well. 

1   ^CAV  shall  our  hearts  with  pleasure  raise 

To  our  dear  Lord  a  song  of  pra'se ; 

We'll  sing  his  love,  his  goodness  teli, 

Our  Saviour  hath  done  all  thr.es  well. 

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3  With  pitying  eyes  he  view'd  our  case, 
And  came  to  save  our  ruin'd  race  ; 
He  conquer'd  sin,  and  death,  and  hell; 
Our  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

3  He  undertook  to  bear  our  load, 
And  bring  us  back  again  to  God  ; 
To  fit  us  with  himself  to  dwell  ; 
Christ  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

4  He  will  accomplish  his  designr 
And  all  things  in  himself  combine, 
No  more  shall  ever  they  rebel ; 
Oi.r  Jesus  will  do  all  things  well. 

5  b  work  howT  great!  his  plan  how  vast? 
But  when  it  all  appears  at  last, 

It  will  out  highest  praise  excel, 
For  Jesus  will  do  all  things  well 


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6  When  the  creation  is  restor'd, 
And  God  shall  be  by  all  ador'd, 
How  loudly  will  the  triumph  swell; 
Our  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well  I 

7  Sin,  death,  and  hell,  will  Christ  destroy, 
And  fill  the  universe  with  joy  ; 

His  love  shall  then  each  voice  compel 
To  cry,  "  He  hath  done  all  things  well/5 

8  All  creatures  then  as  one  shall  join, 
To  shout  aloud  his  praise  divine  ! 
(As  sacred  prophecies  foretel) 

And  say,  k>  he  hath  done  all  things  well." 

HYMN  XCIV.    p.  m. 

1  Q  THOU  God  of  my  salvation, 

My  Redeemer  from  all  sin, 
Mov'd  to  this  by  great  compassion, 

Yearning  bowels  from  within  : 
I  will  praise  thee  : 

Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin  ? 

2  While  the  angels-choirs  are  crying ; 

Glory  to  the  great  I  am  ! 
I  with  them  would  still  be  vying, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  1 

O  how  precious : 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Now  I  see,  wiih  joy  and  wonder, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  arose ; 

ls-minds  are  lost  to  ponder 
.Dying  love's  mysterious  cause  ; 

Yet  the  blessing 
Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows. 


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Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour, 
He  al mights  grace  hath  shown  ; 

Parv'oij'd  guilt  and  purchas'd  favour!    "' 
This  he  makes  to  mortals  known  ; 

Give  him  glory, 
Glory,  ^'iory  is  his  own. 

An -;els  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 
Unperceiv'd  they  mix  the  throng, 

Woiici'ring  at  the  love  that  crown' d  us^ 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  song: 

Hallelujah, 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong, 

HYMN  XCV.    p.  m. 

Q  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  dwell  with  him  above, 
To  drink  the  flowing  fountains 

Of  everlasting  love. 
When  shall  1  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin  ? 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Di'ink  endless  pleasure  in. 

But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  captain*  s  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  tells  me  not  to  fear: 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  erown  of  life  he'il  give  ; 
An  1  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

T  rough  grace  J  am  deter  ran'd, 
To  conquer  though  I  die, 

And  then  awav  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 


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Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow— 

I  bid  it  all  adieu. 
And  you  my.  friends,  be  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

And  if  you  meet  with  troubles, 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
Then  cast  your  cares  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heav'nly  armour 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 
And  when  your  race  is  endf.d. 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

O  do  not  be  discourag'd, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend, 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  r    use  to  lend. 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request, 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  up  to  rest. 

HYMN  XCVI.    l.  >r. 

The  delight  of  public  worship. 

C\¥  all  the  pleasures  that  we  know, 

Thy  service  Lord  exceeds  the  best 
Though  in  thy  earthly  courts  below, 
What  is  it  then  among  the  blest  ? 

When  we  assemble  in  thy  house, 

To  read  thy  word,  to  praise,  and  pray> 

To  hear  thy  gospel,  pay  our  vows, 
With  what  delight  we  spend  the  day! 

How  short  fhe  hours  of  worship  seem ! 
What  raptures  do  our  spirits  feel ! 


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While  we  can  speak  and  hear  of  him, 
Who  suffer'd  death  to  work  our  weal  I 

4  From  morn  till  noon,  from  noon  till  eve, 

The  pleasing  theme  we  could  attend  ; 
Sue::  satisfaction  we  receive 

As  rs  cannot  comprehend. 

5  All  earthly  joys  with  these  compar'd, 

Are  less  than  nothing  in  our  eyes  ; 
Pieasir  ,-s  of  sense  we  disregard, 
And  those  of  sin  we  would  despise. 

HYMN  XCVII.    c.  m. 

Desiring  the  first  love. 

1  fV     for  a  closer  walk  with  God  ! 

\  calm  and  heav'nly  frame  i 
to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

VVhen  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
)f  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjey'd  ! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void. 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  which  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whatever  that  idol  be, 


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Help  me  to  bear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee, 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  XCVIIL    L".  m. 

1  £}H  !  give  me  Lord  my  sins  to  mourn — 

My  sins  I   which  have  thy  body  torn  ! 
Give  me,  with  broken  heart,  to  see 
Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 

2  O,  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height, 
And  gaze  upon  that  bleeding  sight  I 
O  that,  with  Salem's  daughters,  I 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die  ! 

3  I'd  smite  my  breast,  and  weep  and  mourn} 
And  never  from  the  cros  ;  return  : 

I'd  weep  o'er  an  expiring  God, 

And  mix  my  tears  wi   »  Jesus's  blood, 

4  I'd  hang  around  his  cross,  and  cry 

"  Lord  save  a  soul  condemn'd  to  die !" 
O  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
«  To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son." 

HYMN  XCIX.    c  m. 

Refientance  at  the  Cross. 

1  C\&->  if  my  soul  was  form'd  for  woe, 
How  would  I  vent  my  sighs ! 
Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow 
Frem  both  my  streaming  eyes. 
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2  'Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

3  O,  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine 

That  crucify'd  my  God ; 
Those  sins  that  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood  ' 

4/  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die, 
My  heart  hath  so  decreed ; 
Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things, 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

&  Whilst,  with  a  melting  broken  heart. 
My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
I'll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murd'rers  too. 

HYMN  C.    c.  m. 

The  promised  Land. 

*  O^  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye, 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

3  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene.. 
That  rises  to  my  sight ' 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green,. 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

5  There  generous  fruits  that  never  fail, 
On  trees  immortal  grow : 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vales. 
With  milk  and  honey  flow.  • 


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4  AH  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God  the  Sun  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds,  or  pois'nous  breath 

Can  reach  that  heaitaful  shore : 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  Tace, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay  : 
Tho'  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

HYMN  CI.    s.  m. 

Communion  with  God  and  Christ,  1  John  i.  3. 

1  0"^  neavenly  Father  calls, 

And  Christ  invites  us  near  ; 
With  both  our  friendsaip  snail  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  our  griefs  ; 

He  pardons  every  day  ; 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way, 

3  How  large  his  bounties  are  ! 

What  various  stores  of  yrood 
Diffus'd  irom  our  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ? 


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4  Jesus,  our  living  head, 

We  bless  thy  faithful  care  ; 
Our  advocate  before  the  throne? 
And  our  forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart ! 

Here  wail,  my  warmest  love  ! 
'Till  the  communion  be  complete 
In  nobler  scenes  above, 

HYMN  CII.    l.  m. 

Christ* s  Ascension* 

1  r^UR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Drag'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

3  There  his  triumphant  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chaunt  the  solemn  lay ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way. 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  ; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right, 
Receive  the  King  of  giory  in. 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?  who  ? 

The  Lord  that  all  uis  foes  o'ereame, 

The  world,  sin,  death  and  nell  o'erthrew  ; 

And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

5  Lo,  hib  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chaunt  the  solemn  lay, 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  htav'nly  gate#  \ 
Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way. 


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6  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?  who  ? 

The  Lord  of  boundless  pow'r  possess'd; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  blest. 

HYMX  OIL    p.  m. 

Heavenly  Union. 

i  fVJR  souls  in  love  together  knit, 
Cemented,  join'd  in  one, 
One  heart,  one  voice,  one  faith,  one  mind, 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 
Our  hearts  did  burn  while  Jesus  spake, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire  ; 
He  stoop'd  and  talk'd,  and  kindly  bless'd, 
And  fili'd  our  large  desire. 

CHORUS. 

A  Saviour  !  let  creation  sing, 

A  Saviour  !  let  all  heaven  ring, 

He's  all  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 

His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours  ; 

'Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er ; 

We're  following  those  who've  gone  before ; 

We  soon  shall  reach  the  blissful  shore, 

There  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  When  thou  thy  jewels  shall  make  up, 
And  set  tue  starry  crown, 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 

Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own  j 
May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

Be  children,  sav'd  by  grace  ; 
From  glory  into  glory  chang'd, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

A  Saviour,  &c, 
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HYMN  CIV*    s.  m. 

Christ's  Commission.     John  iii.  16,  If. 

i  T>AISE  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tune, 
Let  the  whole  earth  resound  the  deeds, 
Celestial  grace  hath  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bid  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  this  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow. 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  soult 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  ; 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  ofTer'd  peace. 

d  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

HYMN  CV.     c.  m. 

The  nativity  of  Christ. 

1  «  CHEPHERDS,  rejoice!  lift  up  your  eyes, 
"  And  send  your  tears  away  ; 


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"  News  from  the  regions  of  the  skies  1 
"  Salvation's  born  to  day. 

2  u  Jesus,  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 

"  Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you  ; 
"  To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
"  But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

3  "  No  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling  bands, 

"  Nor  royal  shining  things : 
«  A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
*  And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 

if 

4  tt  Go,  shepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 

"  And  see  his  humble  throne  ; 
"  With  tears  of  joy  in  ail  your  eyes, 
"  Go,  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son." 

5  Thus  Gabriel  sang,  and  strait  around 

The  heav'nly  armies  throng  ; 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  song  : 

$  il  Glory  to  God,  that  reigns  above  ; 
"  Let  peace  surround  the  earth  : 
«  Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love 
"  At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

?  Lord,  and  shall  angels  have  their  songs, 
And  men  no  tunes  to  raise  ? 
O  may  we  lose  these  useless  tongues 
When  they  forget  to  praise  ! 

8  Glory  to  God,  that  reigns  above. 
That  pity'd  us  forlorn  ; 
We  join  to  sing  our  Maker's  love, 
For  there's  a  Saviour  born. 


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HYMN  CVL    p.m. 

Alarm. 

1  Q  TOP  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  farther  go : 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink, 
Of  everlasting  woe. 

2  Say  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ; 
Fear  you  not  his  iron  rod, 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  I 

3  Although  your  heart's  as  hard  as  steel, 

Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass  ; 
God  at  last  will  make  you  feel, 
He  will  not  let  you  pass. 

4  Pale  fac'd  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar  ; 
There  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 
Will  fill  you  with  despair. 

5  Can  you  stand  that  dreadful  day, 

When  judgment  is  proclaim'd  ? 
The  earth  and  sea  shall  melt  away, 
Like  wax  before  the  flame. 

6  Sinners  then  in  vain  will  cry, 

Who  now  despise  his  grace  •> 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 
And  hide  us  from  his  face. 

7  But  in  the  Lord,  there  still  is  hope* 

You  may  his  mercy  know : 
Although  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 
He  still  forbears  the  blow* 


as 

8  It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 

'Tis  Christ  that  bids  them  come  ; 
None  that  comes  shall  be  deny'd, 
For  still  he  cries  there's  room, 

chorus. 
Once  again  I  charge  you  stop, 

For  unless  you  warning  take  ; 
E'er  you  are  aware  youHi  drop, 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

HYMN  CVII.    s.  m. 

Evening  Hymn. 

£  'T'HE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear, 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all, 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  wc  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove^ 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  iove. 


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HYMN  CVIII.    l.  >r. 

1  rTlH'  eternal  Sov'reign  from  on  high 

Cast  on  the  sons  of  men  his  eye, 
To  see,  if  any  understood, 
And  fear'd,  and  lov'd  their  Maker,  God. 

2  But  all  were  so  degen'rate  grown, 
None  the  true  God  had  fully  known  ; 
Both  Jew  and  Gentile  long  had  been 
By  lust  enslav'd,  and  dead  in  sin. 

3  Both  gone  from  wisdom's  path  astray, 
Pursu'd  the  errors  of  their  way, 
With  dismal  superstition  blind ; 

And  causeless  terrors  fill'd  their  mind. 

4  Who,  gracious  God  !  to  sinners'  eyes 
Could  bid  the  wish'd  salvation  rise  ? 
Thy  Son  did  light  and  truth  display, 
And  turn  their  darkness  into  day. 

5  No  flesh  shall  boast  of  righteousness, 
But  guilty  shall  themselves  confess  ; 
And,  when  they  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
In  thy  salvation  shall  rejoice. 

HYMN  CIX.    s.  *. 

Jfeses  and  Christ  ;  or,  Sins  against  the  Law  and 
the  GosjieL  John  i.  17,  Heb.  iii.  3,5,  6.  and 
x.  28,  29. 

1  TTHE  law  by  Moses  came, 

But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
Were  brought  by  Christ  (a  nobler  name) 
Descending  from  above. 

3  Amidst  the  house  of  God 

Their  diff 'rent  works  were  done ; 


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Moses  a  faithful  servant  stood, 
But  Christ  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 

Be  strict  obedience  paid  ; 
O'er  all  his  Father's  house  he  stands 
The  sovereign  and  the  head. 

4  The  man  that  durst  despise 

The  law  that  Moses  brought, 
Behold!  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  presumptuous  fault. 

5  But  sorer  vengeance  falls 

On  that  rebellious  race, 
Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jesus  calls. 
And  dare  resist  his  grace. 

HlfMN  CX.    o.  m. 

1  'T'HE  Lord  into  his  vineyard  comes, 

Our  various  fruit  to  see; 
His  eye,  more  piercing  than  the  light? 
Examines  ev'ry  tree. 

2  Tremble  ye  sinners,  at  his  frown, 

If  barren  still  ye  stand  ; 
And  fear  that  keenly-wounding  axe, 
Which  arms  his  awful  hand. 

3  Lord,  we  adore  thy  sparing  love, 

Thy  long-expecting  grace : 
Else  had  we  low  in  ruin  fall'n, 
And  known  no  more  our  place. 

4  Succeeding  years  thy  patience  waits ; 

Nor  let  it  wait  in  vain  : 
But  form  in  us  abundant  fruit, 
And  still  this  fruit  maintain, 


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HYMN  CXI.    p.  M, 

The  day  of  grace. 

Al  '"PHE  Lord  into  his  garden  came, 

The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
The  lillies  grow  and  thrive : 
Refreshing  show'rs  of  grace  divine 
From  Jesus  flow  to  ev'ry  vine, 
And  makes  the  dead  revive. 

2  O  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become. 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one, 

3'  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun  ; 

My  soul  a  witness  is, 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free, 
For  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me, 

Who  comes  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  pitiful  and  kind  : 

Who  will  them  all  receive. 
None  are  too  late  who  will  repent; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legion's  went, 

The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

5  Come  brethren,  you  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  wTord  5 

In  Jesu's  way  go  on, 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
Will  only  .  iake  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home . 


or 

h  I  feel  that  heav'n  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne  ; 

From  Jesu's  throne  on  high 
It  comes  like  floods,  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again ; 
.And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

7  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  a  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply. 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 
That  never  will  run  dry. 

8  *Tis  there  we'll  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring  ; 

When  all  the  saints  get  home. 
Come  on,  come  on  1  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there  : 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

9  Amen!  amen!  my  soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansions  sure. 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  the  heav'nly  land, 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 


HYMN  CXIL 


P.  M. 


'"pHE  Lord  of  earth  and  sky, 

The  God  of  ages  praise  ! 
'Who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high, 

Ancient  of  endless  days, 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trials  here, 
And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 

I 


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2       Barren  and  withered  trees, 

We  cumber'd  long  the  ground, 

No  fruit  of  holiness 

On  our  dead  souls  was  found ; 

Yet  did  he  us  in  mercy  spare, 

Another,  and  another  year. 

0  When  justice  bar'd  the  sword, 

To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 
The  pity  of  our  Lord 

Cry'd — «  Let  it  still  alone:" 
The  Father  mild  inclin'd  his  ear, 
And  spar'd  us  yet  another  year. 

4  Jesus,  thy  speaking  blood 

From  God  obtain'd  the  grace, 
Who  therefore  hath  bestow'd 

On  us  a  longer  space : 
Thou  didst  in  our  behalf  appear, 
And  lo  !  we  see  another  year. 

5  Then  dig  about  our  root, 

Break  up  our  fallow  ground, 
And  let  our  gracious  fruit 

To  thy  great  praise  abound  ; 
O  let  us  all  thy  praise  declare, 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 

HYMN  CXHL    cm. 

The  Church  is  our  delight  and  safety. 

1  rTHE  Lord  oi  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  salvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires, 

O  grant  me  an  abode 


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Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God  ! 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still ; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear ^ 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavillion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 


HYMN  CXIV.    l.  m. 

The  Prodigal  Son;  or,  the  repenting  Sinner  ac- 
cepted. Luke  xv.  32.    | 

1  'T'HE  mighty  God  will  not  despise 

The  contrite  heart  for  sacrifice  ; 
The  deep  fetch'd  sigh,  the  secret  groan 
Rises  accepted  to  the  throne. 

2  He  meets,  with  tokens  of  his  grace. 
The  trembling  lip,  the  blushing  face  ; 
His  bowels  yearn,  when  sinners  pray, 
And  mercy  bears  their  sins  away. 

3  When  fill'd  with  grief,  o'erwhelm'd  with 
He,  pitying,  heals  their  broken  frame  ;  [shame, 
He  hears  their  sad  complaints,  and  spies 
His  image  in  their  weeping  eyes. 


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4  Thus,  what  a  rapturous  joy  posaest 
The  tender  parents  throbbing  breast; 
To  see  his  spendthrift  son  return, 
And  hear  him  his  past  follies  mourn  ! 

HYMX  CXV.    s.m. 

Public    Worship,. 

1  T^HE  praying  spirit  breathe, 

The  watching  pow'r  impart ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath, 
Call  off  my  peaceful  heart. 

2  My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  opprest; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again, 
To  my  eternal  rest. 

3  Swift  to  my  rescue  come, 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize ; 
Gather  my  wand'ring  spirit  home, 
And  teep  in  perfect  peace, 

4  Suffer'd  no  more  to  rove, 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 

Arrest  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 

And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

HYMN  CXVI*    c  m. 

Praise  for  the  Fountain  ojien?dm 

1   T^HEttE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  fromlmmanuers  veins  ; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  t:>  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 


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O  may  I  there,  tho'  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away  ! 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
'Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  be'en  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  'till  I  die. 

5  But  when  this  lisping,  stammeiing  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

HYMN  CXVII.    c.  m. 

A  /iros/iect  of  heaven  makes  death  easy. 

1  HPHERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign : 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides. 

And  never  with'ring  flow'rs  : 

Death  like  a  narrow  sea  divides 

This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  [Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  drest  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  tiie  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink; 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
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And  linger,  sbiv'ring  on  ths  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away.] 

5  O  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
To  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes. 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

Arid  view  the  landscape  o'er. 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

HYMN  CXVIH.    p.  m. 

Our  God  forever  and  ever.  Psalm  xlviii.  it. 

1   HPHIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 

Our  faithful  unchangeable  friend  ; 
Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  power, 

And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end  : 
'Tis  Jesus  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home  ; 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
Aud  trust  him  for  all  that's  lo  come. 


HYMN  CXIX.    p 


M. 


1  T^HIS  is  the  field;  the  world  below, 

In  which  the  sower   came  to  sow, 
Jesus  the  wneat,  Satan  the  tares, 
For  so  the  word  of  truth  declares  : 
And  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come. 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

2  Most  awful  truths  and  is  it  so, 
Must  all  the  world  the  harvest  know ; 
Is  every  man  the  wheat  or  tare  j 
Then  for  the  harvest  Q  prepare ; 


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For  seon  the  reaping  time  will  come. 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

3  To  love  my  sins,  a  saint  to  appear, 
To  grow  with  wheat,  and  he  a  tare  ; 
Will  serve  me  while  on  earth  below, 
Where  tares  and  wheat  together  grow : 
But  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  nome. 

4  But  all  that  truly  righteous  be, 
Their  Father's  kingdom  soon  shall  see  ; 
Shine  like  the  sun  forever  there. 

He  that  hath  ears,  O  let  him  hear,-: 
And  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

HYMN  CXX.     c.  m. 

Christ  the  Burden  of  the  Song. 

1  •T'HOU  dear  Redeemer  dying  Lamb, 

We  love  to  hear  of  thee  ; 
No  music's  like  thy  charming  name. 
Nor  naif  so  sweet  can  be. 

2  O  let  us  ever  hear  thy  voice, 

In  mercy  to  us  speak, 
And  in  our  Priest  we  will  rejoice, 
Thou  great  Melchisedeck- 

3  Our  Jesus  shall  be  still  our  theme, 

While  in  this  world  we  stay, 
We'll  sing  our  Jesu's  lovely  name, 
When  all  things  else  decay  : 

4  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud. 

With  ail  rhy  favor'd  throng, 
Then  pull  we  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud. 
And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 


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JIYMN  CXXI.    t.M. 

Seeking  the  pastures  of  Christ  the  Shejiherd. 
Solomon  Song,  i.  7. 

1   •T'HOU  whom  my  soul  admires  above 
All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know 
Where  doth  thy  sweetest  pasture  grow  ? 

3  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock 
That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep, 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  seek  another  love. 

4  [The  footsteps  of  thy  flock  I  see ; 
Thy  sweetest  pastures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wond'rous  feast  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans  and  tears, 

5  His  dearest  flesh  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richest  blood ; 
Here  to  these  hills  my  soul  will  come, 
Till  my  beloved  leads  me  home.] 

HYMN  CXXII.    l.  m. 

Love  to  God  and  our  Neighbour.    Matt.  xxii. 
37—40. 

X  nnHUS  saith  the  first,  the  great  command 
"  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
«  To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 

1  With  utmost  vigour  and  delight. 


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2  «  Then  shall  thy  neighbour  next  in  place 

*  Snare  thine  affections  and  estt>m  ; 

*  And  let  thy  kindness  to  thyself 

w  Measure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 

3  This  is  the  sense  that  Moses  spoke, 
This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove  ; 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 

And  the  whole  law's  fulfilPd  by  love. 

4  But,  Oh,  how  base  our  passions  are  ! 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal  1 
Lord,  fill  our  souls  with  heav'nfy  fire, 
Or  we  shall  ne'er  perform  tivy  will. 

HYMN  CXXIII.    c.  m. 

The  Passion  and  exaltation  of  Christ. 

1  'pHUS  saith  the  Ruler  of  the  skies, 

;»  Awake,  my  dreadful  sword ; 
cl  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  smite  the  man, 
"  My  fellow,"  saith  the  Lord. 

2  Vengeance  receiv'd  the  dread  command, 

And  armed,  down  she  flies  ; 
Jesus  sub  nits  t'  nis  Father's  hand. 
And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  But,  Oh!  the  wisdom  and  the  grace 

That  join  with  vengeance  now; 
He  dies  to  sa~\  e  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rises  too. 

4  A  person  so  divine  was  he, 

Who  yielded  to  be  slain, 
That  he  could  give  his  soul  away, 
And  take  Jus  iife  a^ain. 


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5  Live,  glorious  Lord  !  and  reign  on  high  i 
Let  ev'rVj  nation  sing, 
And  angels  sound  with  endless  joy 
The  Saviour  and  the  King. 

HYMN  CXXIV.    c.  m. 

A  Sacramental  Hymn, 

1  HPHUS  we  commemorate  the  day, 

On  which  our  dearest  Lord  was  slain  ; 
Thus  we  our  pious  homage  pay, 
Till  he  appears  on  earth  again. 

2  Come,  great  Redeemer,  open  wide 
The  curtains  of  the  parting  sky; 
On  a  bright  cloud  in  triumph  ride, 
And  on  the  wind's  swift  pinions  fly. 

3  Come,  King  of  kings,  with  thy  bright  train$ 
Cherubs,  and  seraphs,  heavenly  hosts ; 
Assume  thy  right,  enlarge  thy  reign, 

As  far  as  earth  extends  her  coasts. 

4  Come,  Lord,  and  where  thy  cross  once  stood, 
There  piant  thy  banner,  fix  thy  throne  \ 
Subdue  the  rebels  by  thy  word, 

And  claim  the  nations  for  thy  own. 

HYMN  CXXV.    l.  m. 

Children  dying  in  their  Infancy ,  in  the  arms  of 
Jeausy   Matt.  xix.  14. 

i  '"THY  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord, 
With  transport  all  divine  ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 
T hy  love  in  every  line. 


lor 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 
While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  "  I  take  these  lambs,"  said  he, 

"  And  lay  them  in  my  breast ; 
"  Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 
"  In  me  be  ever  blest. 

4  "  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 

"  But  can't  dissolve  my  love  : 
"  Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
"  The  family  above. 

5  "  Their  feeble  frames  my  power  shall  raise* 

<c  And  mould  with  heavenly  skill : 
;  I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 
"  And  hands  to  do  my  will/' 

6  His  words  the  happy  parents  hear, 

And  shout  with  joys  divine, 
Dear  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine. 

HYMN  CXXVI.    c.  m. 

1  ,rPIS  good  to  wait  upon  the  Lord, 

When  Christ  himself  draws  near, 
And  ev'ry  heart  with  one  accord 
Ascends  in  solemn  prayer. 

2  While  thus  we  feel  the  Saviour's  love 

In  heav'nly  show'rs  descend, 
Our  souls  commune  with  saints  above 
In  bliss  that  knows  no  end. 

3  We  taste  the  precious  streams  of  grace— 

The  fountain  makes  them  sing : 


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We  travel  through  the  wilderness — 
They  sit  before  the  King. 

4  We  pray  for  grace  to  hold  out  well 

The  conflict  but  begun  ; 
They  of  their  past  engagements  tell, 
And  sing  the  conquests  won. 

5  We  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord, 

And  are  sometimes  cast  down  : 
They  weild  no  more  the  warrior's  sword, 
But  wear  the  conqueror's  crown. 

HYMN  CXXVII.    s.  m. 

Preserving  Grace.  Jude  24,  25. 

1  npO  God,  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  briiig. 

2  *Tis  his  Almighty  love, 

,  His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death. 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls 

Unbiemish'd  and  complete, 
Before  the  glcry  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  greatt 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  his  throne, 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 

And  make  his  wonders  known. 


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5       To  our  Redeemer,  God, 

Wisdom  and  pow'r  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 

HYMN  CXXVIII.    s.  m. 

Defiendance. 

1  npO  keep  the  lamp  alive 

A  With  oil  we  fill  the  bowl ; 
*Tis  water  makes  the  willow  thrive; 
And  grace  that  feeds  the  soul. 

2  The  Lord's  unsparing  hand 

Supplies  the  living  stream ; 
It  is  not  at  our  own  command, 
But  still  deriv'd  from  him. 

3  Beware  of  Peter's  word 

Nor  confidently  say, 
"  I  never  will  deny  thee,  Lord,'* 
But  grant  I  never  may. 

4  Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 

His  strength  in  God  alone  ; 
And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak, 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

5  Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 

And  in  his  grace  confide  ; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings 
Than  all  your  works  beside. 

6  In  Jesus  is  our  store, 

Grace  issues  from  his  throne ; 
Whoever  says,  "  I  want  no  more/' 
Confesses  he  has  none, 
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HYMN  CXXIX     p.  m. 

n^O  the  haven  of  thy  breast, 

O  son  of  man,  I  fly, 
Be  my  refuge  and  my  rest, 

For  O  the  storm  is  high ! 
Save  me  from  the  furious  blast, 

\  covert  from  the  tempest  be  ; 
Hide  me,  Jesus,  till  o'er  past 

The  storm  of  sin  I  see. 

Welcome  as  the  water- spring 

To  a  dry  barren  place  ; 
O  descend  on  me  and  bring 

The  sweet  refreshing  grace  ; 
O'er  a  parch 'd  and  weary  land 

As  a  great  rock  extends  its  shade  ; 
Hide  me,  Saviour,  with  thine  hand, 

And  screen  my  naked  head. 

In  the  time  of  my  distress 

Thou  hast  my  succour  been  ; 
In  my  utter  helplessness  - 

Restraining  me  from  sin: 
O  how  swiftly  didst  thou  move 

To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour ! 
Still  protect  me  with  thy  love, 

And  shield  me  with  thy  pow'r. 

First  and  last  in  me  perform 

The  work  thou  hast  begun  ; 
Be  my  shelter  from  the  storm, 

My  shadow  from  the  sun  : 
Let  me  hang  upon  my  God, 

Till  I  thy  perfect  glory  see, 
Till  the  sprinkling  of  thy  blood 

Shall  take  me  up  to  thee. 


Ill 

HYMN  CXXX.    s.m. 
The  Lord's  Day  ;   or,  Delight  in  Ordinances. 

1  vy  ELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place, 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss^ 

HYMN  CXXXI.     p  m. 

1  vy  HAT  now  is  my  object  and  aim  ? 

What  now  is  my  hope  and  desire  ? 
To  follow  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

And  after  his  ima^e  aspire : 
My  hope  is  all  centred  in  thee  : 

I  trust  to  recover  thy  love  ; 
On  earth  thy  salvation  to  see, 

And  then  to  enjoy  thee  above. 

2  It  thirst  for  a  life-giving  God  ; 

A  God  that  on  Calvary  dy'd  ; 
A  fountain  of  water  and  blood, 

Which  gush'd  from  immanuel's  side  ! 


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I  gasp  for  the  stream  of  thy  love, 
The  spirit  of  rapture  unknown ; 

And  then  to  redrink  it  above, 
Eternally  fresh  from  the  throne. 

HYMN  CXXXII.     c.  jK 

A  Hymn  for  a  Fast-Day,  Gen.  xviii.  23—33. 

1  XXTHEN  Abram,  full  of  sacred  awe, 

Before  Jehovah  stood, 
And  with  a  humble  fervent  prayer, 
For  guilty  Sodom  sued  ; 

2  With  what  success,  what  wondrous  grace* 

Was  Jiis  petition  crown' d ! 
The  Lord  would  spare,  if  in  the  place 
Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 

3  And  could  a  single,  holy  soul 

So  rich  a  boon  obtain  ? 
Great  God,  and  shall  a  nation  cry, 
And  plead  with  thee  in  vain  ? 

4  Columbia  guilty  as  she  is, 

Her  numerous  saints  can  boast, 
And  now  their  feryent  prayers  ascend 
And  can  those  prayers  be  lost  ? 

5  Are  not  the  righteous  dear  to  thee, 

Now  as  in  ancient  times  ? 
Or  does  this  sinful  land  exceed 
Gomorrah  in  its  crimes  ? 

6  Still  are  we  thine,  we  bear  thy  name, 

Here  yet  is  thine  abode ; 
Long  has  thy  presence  bless'd  our  land, 
Forsake  us  not,  O  God. 


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HYMN  CXXXHI.    c.  m. 

Afiostacy—  Will  ye  also  go  away  P 

1  "W^HEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 

(Alas  1  what  numbers  do  1) 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  V9 

2  Ah,  Lord  !  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast ; 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

3  Yet  thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know, 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me  : 
To  whom,  or  whither,  could  I  go, 
If  I  should  turn  from  thee  ? 

i  Beyond  a  doubt  I  rest  assur'd 
Thou  art  the  Christ  of  God; 
Who  bast  eternal  life  secur'd 
By  promise  and  by  blood. 

5  The  help  of  men  and  angels  join'd- 

Could  never  reach  my  case  : 
Nor  can  I  hope  relief  to  find, 
But  in  thy  boundless  grace. 

6  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  bless'd. 
And  satisfy  my  heart. 

7  What  anguish  has  that  question  stirr'd.. 

If  I  will  also  go  ? 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
I  humbly  answer,  No  ! 

K2 


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HYMN  CXXXIV.    0  m. 

The  lost  she efi  found  ;  or,  Joy  in  Heaven  on  the 
Conversion  of  a  Sinner,  Luke  xv.  3,  4. 

1  "XIT'-IEN  some  kind  shepherd  from  his  fold, 

Has  lost  a  straying  sheep, 
Through  vales,  o'er  hills,  he  anxious  roves, 
And  climbs  the  mountain's  steep. 

2  But  O  the  joy  !  the  transport  sweet ! 

When  he  the  wanderer  finds  ; 
Up  in  his  arms  he  takes  his  charge, 
And  to  his  shoulder  binds. 

3  Homeward  he  hastes  to  tell  his  joys, 

And  make  his  bliss  complete  : 
The  neighbours  hear  the  news,  and  all 
The  joyful  shepherd  greet, 

4  Yet  how  much  greater  is  the  joy 

When  but  one  sinner  turns  ; 
When  the  poor  wretch  with  broken  hearty 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns  ! 

o  Pleas'd  with  the  news,  the  saints  below, 
In  songs  their  tongues  employ  ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

6  Well-pleas'd  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  6onscious  sinner  weep  ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  owns  him  for  his  sheep. 

7  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire : 
«  A  wandering  sheep's  return'd,"  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 


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HYMN  CXXXV.    l.  m. 

The  ha;. Illness  of  being  with  Christ, 
i  TX7HILE  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 

And  view  the  scene  on  either  hand, 
My  spirit  struggles  with  my  clay, 
And  longs  to  wing  his  flight  away, 

2  Where  Jesus  dwells  my  soul  would  be  ; 
And  faints  my  much  lov'd  Lord  to  see  ; 
Earth,  twine  no  more  about  my  heart ; 
For  'tis  far  better  to  depart. 

3  Come,  ye  angelic  convoys,  come, 
And  lead  the  willing  pilgrim  home  ; 
Ye  know  the  way  to  Jesu's  throne, 
Source  of  my  joys,  and  of  \our  own. 

4  That  blissful  interview,  how  sweet ! 
To  fall  transported  at  his  feet ! 
Rais'd  in  his  arms  to  see  his  face 
Through  the  full  beamings  of  his  grace. 

5  As  with  a  seraph's  voice  to  sing  ! 
To  fly  as  on  a  cherub's  wings  I 
Performing  with  unweary'd  hands 
The  present  Saviour's  high  commands, 

6  Yet  with  these  prospects  full  in  sight, 
We'll  wait  thy  signal  for  the  flight ; 
For  while  thy  service  we  pursue, 

We  find  a  heav'n  begun  below. 

HYMN  CXXXVI.    o.  M. 

Whxj  ivee/iest  thou  ?  John  xx.  13. 

1  TlfHY,  O  my  soul,  why  weepest  thou  i 
Tell  me  from  whence  arise 


IIS 

HYMN  CXXXTX.    s.  m. 

Waiting  for  the  Coming  of  his  Lord  ;  or^  the  ac- 
tive Christian,  Luke  xii.  35 — 38, 

1  VE  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait, 

Observant  of  his  heavenly  word, 

And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame ; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  Watch,  'tis  your  Lord's  command  j 

And  while  we  speak,  he's  near; 
Mark  tue  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O  happy  servant  he 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see. 
And  be  with  honour  crown'd. 

5  Christ  shall  the  banquet  spread 

With  his  own  bounteous  hand, 
And  raise  that  favorite  servant's  head 
Amidst  th'  angelic  band. 


THE  END. 


A  TABLE 

TO  FIND  ANY  HYMN  BY  THE 
FIRST  LINE. 


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ALL  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesu's  name  !  3 

Almighty  maker   God  !            -         -  4 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ?     -  -       /> 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail  6 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought  -       7 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise,    *                           -  ib. 

As  birds  their  infant  brood  protect     -  8 

Ascend  thy  throne,  almighty  King,         -  9 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  awake          -  -     ib. 

Awake  my  zeal,  awake  my  love,              -  10 

Awake  our  souls  (away  our  fears,     »  -     11 

Away  from  ev'ry  mortal  care,                -  \2 

BE  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go    -  -     ib. 
[Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heav'nly  theme,13 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind         -  14 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God,          -         •  ib. 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God  ;  -  -     16 

Burst  ye  em'rald  gates  and  bring            •  ib. 

By  faith  I  live,  by  faith  I  see,               •  -17 

CH-HIST  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme  :       18 

Come,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine  -     19 

Co. ne,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare,           -  20 

Come,  Saviour  Jesus,  from  above !     •  -     21 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad,             -  22 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

DPage. 

ISMISS  us  from  the  house  of  pray'r,  22 

JtLi  ARTH  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long ;  23 

FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence          -  24 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known       -             -  25 

Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone,  26 

Father,  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd          -  27 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word          -          -  23 

From  ail  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain,     -  ib. 

GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise           •  30 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken,  ib. 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim          -  32 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews,  ib, 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign  -  33 

Happy  is  he,  whose  early  years             -  34 

Hark  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ;                     -  35 

Hark  !  the  voice  oflove  and  mercy     -  36 

Hasten  O  Lord  the  latter  day,       -               -  37 

Heal  us,  Immanuel^  here  we  are,         -  38 

Honor  and  happiness  unite             -               -  ib. 

How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop        -  39 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear               -  40 

How  great,  how  solemn  is  the  work  -  41 

How  lost  was  my  condition          -                 -  42 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place       -  43 

I  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms,      -  4-1 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,     -  45 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath,       -  46 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away                 -  47 

In  boundless  mercy,  gracious  Lord  appear,  43 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight           -                 -  ib. 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord,         -        -  49 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Page. 

Israel  in  ancient  days,             -                  -  50 

It  is  a  very  pleasant  thing                •  -     51 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home,         -  52 

Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be         •  54 

Jesus,  grant  us  all  a  blessing,                  *  55 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name,     -  -     ib. 

Jesus,  mighty  king  in  Sion!  56 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne,  -     57 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun           -  ib. 

Jesus,  the  all  sustaining  Word         -  -     59 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King,                 -  ib. 

IET  the  seventh  angel  sound  on  high,  60 

-i  Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodness  speak,  ib. 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord,  -     61 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray,                  -  62 

Like  showers  on  meadows  newly  mown,  -     63 

Long  as  I  live,  I'll  bless  thy  name,      -  64 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound  -     65 

Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye  ;  6G 

Lord,  at  thy  sacred  feet         -  -     ib. 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear,         -  67 

Lord,  I  cannot  let  thee  go,         -           -  *     Co 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand     -  6U 

Loud  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  sound  -     70 

MAGNIFICENT  free  grace,  arise  -      ib. 

Make  up  thy  jewels  Lord,  and  shew,  7  i 

Mark  the  soft-falling  snow,         -         -  -     72 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord,         -  ib. 

My  God  how  endless  is  thy  love  !  -73 

My  God,  in  whom  are  ail  the  springs  74 

My  God,  what  silken  cords  are  thine  !  -     75 

My  hope,  my  All,  my  Saviour  thou,         *  ib# 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend,     •  -     76 


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My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need          -  77 

My  soul  survey  thy  happiness,           -  -     78 

NO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more    -  ib. 

Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise,  -  -     79 

New  shall  our  hearts  with  pleasure  raise  80 

OTHOU  God  of  my  salvation,        -  -     81 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,  82 

Of  all  the  pleasures  that  we  know,     -  -     83 

Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  !              -  84 

Oh  !   give  me  Lord  my  sins  to  mourn —  -     85 

Oh,  if  my  soul  was  form'd  for  woe,         -  ib. 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,      -  -     86 

Our  heavenly  Father  calls,          -  87 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead,         -  -     88 

Our  sodls  in  love  together  knit,                -  89 


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\ISE  your  triumphant  songs      -  -     90 

"  O  HEPHERDS,  rejoice!  lift  up  your  eyes,ib. 

>3  Stop  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think,  -     92 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone,    -         -     -  93 

Th'  eternal  Sovereign  from  on  high  -     94 

The  law  by  Moses  came,         -         -  ib. 

The  Lord  into  his  vineyard  comes,  -     95 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  came,  96 

The  Lord  of  earth  and  sky,         -  -     97 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  lignt           -       -  98 

The  mighty  God  will  not  despise  -     99 

The  praying  spirit  breathe,                 -       -  100 

There  is  a  fountain  fiil'd  with  blood,  -     ib. 

Thexv  is  a  land  oi  pure  delight,          -       -  101 

This  God  is  the  God  we  adore,         -       -  1.02 

This  is  the  field  j  the  world  below,         -  102 


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Thou  dear  Redeemer  dying  Lamb,    -  -   103 

Thou  whom  my  soul  admires  above  -       104 

Thus  saith  the  first,  the  great  command  ib. 

Thus  saith  the  Ruier  of  tne  skies,      -  -   105 

Thus  we  commemorate  the  day,  -        106 

Thy  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord,         -  -     ib. 

*Tis  good  to  wait  upon  the  Lord,  -       107 

To  God,  the  only  wise,           -              -  -  108 

To  keep  the  lamp  alive                 -  109 

To  the  Haven  of  thy  breast,      -              -  -    1 10 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest,  -       11 1 

Wnat  now  is  my  object  and  aim  ?  -    ib. 

Wiien  Abram,  full  of  sacred  awe,  -       112 

W'^cn  any  turn  from  Zion's  way,         -  -   113 

When  some  kind  snepherd  from  his  fold,  114 

While  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand  -       115 

Wny,  O  my  soul   why  weepest  thou  ?  -  ib. 

Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die!  -       116 

With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind,  -    1 17 

X  E  servants  of  the  Lord,              -  -     118 


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